Happy Morning
I Woke Up To A Crow's Song
They Are Croaking
To Abusive Music
Happy Mourning!
I Woke Up To All My Problems Solved
And Dissolved
In A Swamp Of The Past Years
So I Learnt To Transform
This Sweetest Lethargy

Gripping Onto
The Reality Of
Facing A Thousand
As They Circle Above

The Strings Of My Soul
Got Loose Too Soon
Cause The Reins Of My Heart
Were Too Tight All The Time!
Were Too Tight All The Time!

Here I Am Sitting On The Edge
Of A Cold Fence
The Same Fence
I Left You All Behind

An Intricate Weaving Of A Barrier
Separating Death From Life

Dead Hands Feel No Pain
Blackened Hearts, Early Graves
A Reflection Of The Sky
Through The Mirrors Of The Eyes

I Can Hear Them Coming Down
A Familiar Sound
It Won't Be Too Long
It Won't Be Too Long!
Before They Tear Me Apart
As They Circle Above
Crashing Down Like Black Rain
Dead Hands Feel No Pain

Gripping Onto
The Reality Of
Facing A Thousand
As They Circle Above

The Strings Of My Soul
Got Loose Too Soon
Cause The Reins Of My Heart
Were Too Tight All The Time!
Were Too Damn Tight All The Time!

It Is My Time To Fill The Niche
It Is My Time To Serve
What A Nice Day To Fall Into A Ditch
And Be A Feast For Crows!
And Be A Feast For Crows