The crow arises
and steals the dreams from my eyes
Kneel down and kiss the ground
Stations of a new cross
Yet at the faintest light,
even his conscious is eating him alive
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in one regret to hold
you when the morning appears again
Lapse of devotion
Temporary nuance
I light the fire to bait a prey
Simpler than you are
Though you don't believe I might
Even his conscious was eating him alive
Tell the world
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the
sun appears again
The crown arises and plucks
the dreams from my eyes
The stations of my new cross