A Murder Of Crows

Take the trail to the graveyard for the night

Tick tick time's never on your side

On the edge of the rooftops and we're never coming down

Keep your eyes wide open and alert

You'll rest enough when you're burried in the dirt

On the edge of destruction can you feel what's coming down

Sun down, search for entertainment

Ghost town, only blackbirds on the pavement

A murder of crows in the valley of tranguility

neutralize the boredom with the prospect of activity,

The bar's closed gotta find another place

But your trends are shit, and the normal hate my face

We're the proud and the putrid and we're gonna wreck this town

Discontent and nothings gonna change

Futures bleak with no thought of self restraint

Undesirable outcasts no one ever wants around

Across the tracks there's no one else around

Comforted by neglected parts of town

A murder flies like a blanket through the night

Looking out for another Friday fight