Well, I'm strolling through the sky, thinking I need to find some land. My wings are growing salt, I wonder if there's a plan. My eyes have turned to blue since the master showed his hand. My mind is breaking through to a thought when I can stand. But there's nothing I can do, nothing to sow or reap. If I have air to fill, I can open my wings and sleep. I need to maintain. I'm not a simple raven who seeks sadness. This are just some grain. And my mind is strolling too when they flock to her stone. Way off course, I watched her speak. Mary could not atone. She utters it's not fair for the king to pick what's blown. So I'll dig my own grave to gripe for the unknown. She choose all hell to come along if someone could watch her groan. And as the clouds came a thundering in, she clips her wings alone. And I could hear she had a voice to know the dangers of the ground. But she had no voice of happiness but the joy of the wound. Oh Mary, you're about to fall down, about to fall down so quick. Live and die or die. Or have no spine, the sun you can still pick. Why must you be chosen and think that's such a sin? You have no fear to die but a fear to begin. Oh Mary, you're about to fall down, about to go all around. Oh Mary, you think you're flying but it's the weight of your crown. And the wind is tilting now so I pick her up to fly. I tell her she's been chosen but she wants to simply cry. Is dimness so decent if proudness does advise? Is proudness so polite when it drops you from on high? She says I am the raven. So I'm the raven. So I should empathize. A dove that doesn't know how to fly is an everlasting sunset that doesn't know how to rise. She loosened from my feet and sunk to embark. The reason of this storm is not to build an ark. The reason is to know how the ark is your heart. So build your ark. Grow your mind. And then choose light over dark. Oh Mary, you're about to fall down, about to fall down so quick. Live and die or have no spine. The sun you can still pick. Why must you be chosen and think that's such a sin? You have no fear to die but a fear to begin. Oh Mary, you're about to fall down. About to fall down so quick. Live and die or have no spine. The sun you can still pick. Live and die. Oh Mary you're about to fall down, about to go all around. Oh Mary you think you're flying but it's the weight of your crown.