This, A Murder Of Crows Lyrics
Beyond these eyes, wade nightmares yet to come. My innocence is nothing but a veil of equivocation. Only whores wear black, and offer red roses at funerals. This opiate offered me serenity, when I was on my knees. Once it was so beautiful. But like a dying lilac; the beauty soon turns black. I was lonely, but I'm not alone anymore. My vein rivers of pollution, injected harmony. I no longer need such a longing kiss from your parched lips. I can reach the stars from here. Something I've never been offered before. And your desire wanes when you have a universe to discover. And pleasures other to be had. I'm slowly dying now, a pleasant death. I can see them coming; three birds flying across the darkened sky, this...a murder of crows.
Deinonychus This, A Murder Of Crows
