The Crowing | |
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Appears On | In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3 |
Track | 5 |
Length | 6:35 |
Produced By | Michael Birnbaum Chris Bittner |
Preceded By | Three Evils (Embodied In Love And Shadow) |
Followed By | Blood Red Summer |
The Crowing is the fifth song on the 2003 album In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3.
Lyrics[]
I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion
But I thought of it so, like there’s no other way it could’ve been done
Will they size my fit for a puzzle? I wish not to play part in it.
A heart stained in hate, a feeling I fear will play circles
But you... You were my favorite...
But you, you know... You were my favorite...
I severed my ties to shroud this body under the streets of this city
And wait for the day when I am summoned to walk across the face
Well slowly but clearer now, in visions that play and plague memories
I love them with all (heart), as a son should to mother and father
But you... You were my favorite...
But you, you know... You were my favorite...
Would I walk through the door?
Shedding the light of all life
With the rise and reform
Would I come as before?
Pray you’re not the only one...
Pray you’re not the only one...
If given mistakes would I take them back?
If erasing them could, if erasing them would...
What would they be, the words that I would say?
Your face and a door between
I’ve parted three ways for you, the Newo that I loved
Did you ever really know before my face shame to break?
Did you ever really know before my mind scared to think?
Did you ever really know before my name son to these?
Did you, did you, did you come clean in the end from the start?
Dear Ambellina, the Prise wishes you, to watch over me
I’ve fought the decisions that call and lost my part as the relevant piece in this
I will come reformed
In short for the murders of those I court I bless the hour that holds your fall
Sincerely, I will kill you all
I will call you out from shelter burn your wings, you’ll know no better
I will call you out from shelter burn your wings and learn their letters
Dear Ambellina, the Prise wishes you, to watch over me