The Crowsong

I spend another day
Wishing the red away
But it clings to my skin
As it turns it to grey

I can hear them
I can feel their blight
Descending in
Their cursed flight
I can hear them (I can hear them)
I can hear them (I can hear them)
Are they screeching
Or are they singing?

I've long waited for
These self-destructive
Scars to fade
But they're etched to me
As much a part of me
As the one who made them

I can hear them
I can feel their blight
Descending in
Their cursed flight
I can hear them (I can hear them)
I can hear them (I can hear them)
Screeching or singing
I can't decide
They are coming (They are coming)
Like an omen of death
Pouring soil onto my chest
And thus, I know (I know)
They've come (They've come)
To lay me to rest

They've come to take me back home
They've come to take me back home
Home, home, home, home

I can hear them
I can feel their blight
Descending in
Their cursed flight
I can hear them (I can hear them)
I can hear them (I can hear them)
Their endless singing
Wrecks my mind
They are coming (They are coming)
Like an omen of death
Pouring soil onto my chest
And thus, I know (I know)
They've come (They've come)
To lay me to rest

And as I lay to sleep
The scars in my skin
Expose the truth
And the turmoil within