Black Crow

Every year that goes by, I just seem to get older
And the tide goes up and the water washes over
And I know myself less, going in and out my head
Going in and out my head, hooded death gets a boner
Every year that goes by, I just seem to get older
And the tide goes up and the water washes over
And I know myself less, going in and out my head
Going in and out my head, hooded death gets a boner and I
Fucking sickos, fucking sickos everywhere
And you got your nails long
Why’d you cut off all your hair?
Fucking sickos, fucking sickos everywhere
Are you fucking doing okay?
I’ll be a black crow in my next life
Flying over an office park
I’ll be a black crow in my next life
Flying over an office park
I smash and curse this skin
Oh, I dig and dig and dig
Pulling away at the fat and muscle
Always searching further in
Somewhere deep inside my body
Has to be the answer for everything
Somewhere deep inside my body
Has to be the reason for why I’m like this
But I’ll be a black crow in my next life
Flying over an office park
I’ll be a black crow in my next life
Flying over an office park