There's something in the air thats patrolling fed up faces
Writing maps of their arrangements
A crow does not forget assailants
A caw breaches new ear drums, a snare follows the beat of
A pin pulled from black feathers, only hunting in grey weathers
"I saw him!"... "you were him"
"I heard words!"... "you spoke them"
Hide shot down wings tonight but tell my father im alright
Crimson will turn white as snow, but what about the shade of feathers from a crow
Will they begin to make it whole
Im moving faster but im going nowhere, my gun is loaded but i just cant bare to see
Blood on my hands and feathers beneath the tree
Theres a beast inside of you too, that scans the crowd like they do
That panders for escape routes through doors that lead to old wounds
There birds will not confront you, just circle and mimic moves
As you ask if they will free you, they'll close in an discern truth
"I saw truth!"... "right through you"
"Then you knew!"... "what to do"
Hide shot down wings tonight, but tell my father im alright
Crimson will turn white as snow, but what about the shade of feathers from a crow
Will they begin to make it whole
Im moving faster but im going nowhere, my gun is loaded
But i just cant bare to see
Blood on my hands and feathers beneath the tree
I admit im wrong again will someone come down
Absolve me from the self
All around i can see echoes of me grabbing my wrists and bending them
And its tearing me up again, im falling so fast