The Black Bird, the Dark Slope - Los Campesinos!

The black bird sits atop my guts and spreads its wings for flight

My shoulders back, my jaw pushed out, my stomach sucked in

Its wingtips push across my lungs and fill them full of feathers

But the brushstrokes feel like hearth pokes into my skin

The black bird feasts upon my guts and bears its beak to fight

My shoulders back, my jaw pushed out, my stomach sucked in

Its wingtips push across my lungs and fill them full of feathers

Now they poke between my teeth and that’s why I thirst

And when he flies me to the top

There’s nothing but the fog

A heart of stone, eggshell for bones

They lead you to be lost

The dark slope drags you down

The dark slope drags you down

The dark slope drags you down

The dark slope drags you down

The black bird is a part of me (The dark slope drags you down)

A part of me, so sad to see (The dark slope drags you down)

The black bird is a part of me (The dark slope drags you down)

So sad to see, so sad

I ask before I go for you to drop a lit match down my throat

And smoke the bastard out, it’ll burn him to a crisp

'Cause I’m already carrion, been eaten from the inside too long

This black bird wants to rip me limb from limb

The black bird dips its beak in blood

And writes its thoughts in cursive

'Cross the bones that are its jailer and my ribcage

And when you turn me inside out

Believe in me, without a doubt

The words were all of his and none of mine

And when he flies me to the top

There’s nothing but the fog

A heart of stone, eggshells for bones

They lead you to be lost

The dark slope drags you down

The dark slope drags you down

The dark slope drags you down

The dark slope drags you down

The black bird is a part of me (The dark slope drags you down)

A part of me, so sad to see (The dark slope drags you down)

The black bird is a part of me (The dark slope drags you down)

So sad to see, so sad to be me