Beehoover - Rooftop Lyrics

I draw the curtains just a bit
Dirty sky is sitting on the rooftop
Reveals the crows' shabby being
And with a traitor among them i shoot them all one by one
I made sure no one ever comes
Keeping my small place safe
But they found me
So I get up and clench a fist
The dust swirling a death dance
As I blow it off the knobs and hinges give a final groan
The hot air is sucking me out on my heavy metal rooftop
And the birds are lining up with their burning beaks lowered
Truce
The inflamed sun is melting the tinny ground
Sinking in
Buried up here
An offering