i'm walking this railing's edge just to feel this good
you came following me like i knew you would
you claw like a rack on my back
and his blood it sprays so cold
shallow breathed shrapnel lung
i'm pressing the beak to my cheek and it's thickening
and his blood it sprays so cold
and his blood it sprays so cold
and his blood it sprays so cold
for the loss and i will not deny