I awake to the crow singing songs of sin
As he opens his wings and cast\'s a shadow over my soul.
Another day I have to force myself to find meaning in a new beginning,
While in the back of my mind a parallel universe seems quite fitting.
Louder and louder the crow speaks to me.
He seems to be wiser as I get older.
I open the door and a shadowy man stands there.
His bright eyes felt welcoming, then he disappeared.
Closer and closer, the crow stands on my shoulder.
Like a man in a coffin he rests, as if he is home.
I must ask myself if this is all in my head,
Then I remember, crows only feast on the dead