I guess you know by now, I'm an easy kill
a bird in hen
and i'd dive into a fire if it lit up the phone in my pocket
i told you before I've been waiting for that call
ill know that I'm dead before the ladies song
Killed, killed by birds
killed, killed by lady birds
and i can't hold back
for the stone to be thrown
for the bone to lodged in my soft neck
each time i pull back the skin, i find the feathers within
I find the the feathers within
i told you before I've been waiting for that call
ill know that I'm dead before i hear the ladies song
Killed, killed by birds
Killed, Killed by lady birds
and i can't hold back
in the whore hen,
the whole bird
feels so good, feels so good
stare me down hollow bone eyed
stare me down hollow bone eyed
killed, killed by birds
killed, killed by lady birds
and i can't hold back