Dark Keys

A murder of crows stinging like bees
Floating like butterflies the mark of the beast
They're propped up deceased with nothing to claim but their scars
It's either rentals or lease paid by anonymous bars
Synonymous causes got them lusting for jets
They still in their pajamas Phenomenal talkers at best
For just a nominal fee they propheLie their decrees
Diseased infested neglected scattered ashes at sea
Heap up your pastor to thee catastrophes by the dozens
Hoodwinked by tricks up the sleeves, flattery and her cousins
The percussion so seductive erupting off in the trance
Your introduction to destruction this is far from romance
This is just the same dance a new chance to get from under
The haze Open your Eyes Sometimes it Makes Me Wonder
Why you're calling us brothers but suddenly its too clear
This is not what it appears cuz they're never sincere



Credits
Writer(s): David Roane
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