Last Birds Flying

[Intro] [Distorted guitar, slow heavy drums] [Gasping] "Birdie... fuck... Birdie..." [Verse 1 - The Ambush] [Slow punk dirge, 180 bpm but heavy] We thought we were so fucking clever Meeting here to split the treasure Handler sold us out for gold Your uncle's crew, the story's told Came through doors like fucking ghosts Now we're dying, giving up our hosts Emma's not here, she got away clean The only smart one in this fucking scene [Verse 2 - Birdie Falls] [Emotional punk, voice cracking but aggressive] They shot you first, straight through the chest Red leather jacket doing its best To hide the blood that's pooling fast Knew our friendship couldn't last "Kelly," you're choking, "I'm so sorry" For all of this, our tragic story Red-tipped hair spread on concrete ground Your breathing makes this drowning sound [Chorus - The Waste] [Anthemic punk, screaming through pain] WE WERE JUST KIDS WHO WANTED MORE NOW WE'RE DYING ON THIS FUCKING FLOOR All those years from school to here Ending in blood, ending in fear Best friends to enemies to friends This is how our story ends Two birds who thought that they could fly But we were always meant to die [Verse 3 - The Wound] [Faster, desperate punk energy] I'm holding pressure on my side But we both know I'm on this ride To wherever you're about to go Two girls who reaped what they did sow Ten million pounds in this fucking case Money we will never taste Your uncle's men just walked away Left us here to decay [Bridge - Breaking Down] [Instruments drop to just bass and drums] Remember when we were fifteen? Thought we'd be fucking queens You said "Kelly, we'll escape" Now death's the only fucking shape (Building back up) We see, we feel, we know This is how we go! [Verse 4 - Birdie's Last Words] [Frantic punk, fighting against death] "The code is your birthday backwards!" Your voice is getting softer "Take it Kelly, please just take it!" But Birdie, I can't fucking make it "I love you, always did" you said Now you're gone, you're fucking dead Twenty-six and bleeding out This is what crime's about [Final Chorus - Screaming] [Full punk explosion, last energy] WE WERE JUST KIDS WHO WANTED MORE NOW WE'RE DYING ON THIS FUCKING FLOOR Emma survived by staying away The clerk who won lives another day While we're the criminals who lost This is what our dreams have cost Two birds falling from the sky Together when we fucking die [Outro] [Instruments slowly failing like a heart stopping] Birdie, wait... I'm coming too... Just like we always... always knew... Started together... end the same... Two players who lost... the fucking game... (Whispered) At least I'm not alone... [Final chord strikes and cuts to silence]