Talons
He met you on the 31st
The sky was crimson the day it felt cursed
Talked about everything from blood to birds
Wingspan and talons and how it hurt
Scotch tape won't fix you
Lucifer picks you
He's not real or at least he is dead
But he's built a nest right inside your skull
Shake him out and crack the eggs
Baby satans down your legs
Fuck the flock it's raining shit
Clean your windshield save the world
The sky was crimson the day it felt cursed
Talked about everything from blood to birds
Wingspan and talons and how it hurt
Scotch tape won't fix you
Lucifer picks you
He's not real or at least he is dead
But he's built a nest right inside your skull
Shake him out and crack the eggs
Baby satans down your legs
Fuck the flock it's raining shit
Clean your windshield save the world
Credits
Writer(s): Carl Warmuth
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