Lyrics Downpour - Dirt Poor Robins

There's a door in my head
Where a bird makes his bed
In winter
Composing a dirge
In a flurry of slurs
And splinters

Drawn by decay
The swarm finds its prey
Where I brood
Filling my ears
With the hissing of jeers
And wormwood

But when my mind was almost dust
Struck a flash from above
But my eyes turned up

The sky cracked with rain
And the Satan washed out
In the thunderstorm
His brothers, they wept
And were swept to his feet
In the downpour, the downpour
And oh, the door
I opened no more
For the vultures

The sky cracked with rain
And the Satan washed out
In the thunderstorm
His brothers, they wept
And were swept to his feet
In the downpour, the downpour
And oh, the door
I opened no more
For the vultures