BLACKBIRD

It was a weird situation, the red light spells out danger

The atmosphere is broken1 with the presence of a stranger

 A senseless fallen angel, husked up by an addiction 

His key fits every doorway, and locks out all rejection

 A heart so cold that Jesus wept 

And now he's flying high

 He's the guy plants the bombs, on election day

He's always in the distance, and you're always in his way

 A heart so cold that Jesus wept 

And now he's flying high

 They call me blackbird

Your psychopathic saviour on a mission to your grave

They call me blackbird

A mystery by murder just don't forget my name

 He could taste the Christ, he could be the crucifixion 

A clinical conviction, of religious self-affliction

 They call me Blackbird

Your psychopathic saviour

On a mission to your grave

They call me Blackbird

A mystery by murder

Just don't forget my name

 They call me Blackbird

Your psychopathic saviour

On a mission to your grave

They call me Blackbird

A mystery by murder

Just don't forget my name

It's Blackbird

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