Thrashing and screaming (They come through the door)
Thrashing and screaming (They're coming for more)
Thrashing and screaming (Coming for us)
Shuffling (Crows)

Wrap. Your. Hands. Around a shard of glass!
(Every crow's wings)
The street lamps are sighing (And we're all dead)
This might be us dying (Dying)
The street lamps. Are sighing.

Your soul is so heavy your ashes will sink to the floor. YOUR SOUL IS SO HEAVY YOUR ASHES WILL SINK TO THE FLOOR.

Every crow's wings shuffles like a deck of cards. (Intermittent fucking)