Текст песни Crow - Alysari

I had a vision, my voice in the form of a crow
She was flapping wildly her wings
But a man held her by the feet
What does it mean? I don't know

Perhaps it's my tongue and how it's tied
By two separate cords of dark and light
With strange stages in the middle intertwined
A melancholy mix of day and night

One, two, three stages of grief
Four, five, six, I'm losing my grip
Seven, eight, nine, I'm getting by
Ten, eleven, twelve, a cry for help
But the crow is tethered by a man
Tethered and told to hold herself back

Maybe someday he'll let her go
And away she goes, the crow
Gaining wind with wings strong from strain
From a constant struggle to escape

The crow, the crow, the crow
She is my voice, I've always known
Coursing through my skin and my bones
Weighted by a man that grips the crow

This vision, my voice in the form of a crow
Flapping wildly her wings
But a man holds her by the feet
What does it mean? I've always known
Coursing through my skin and through my bones
Weighted by a truth that grips the crow
Weighted by a world that grips the crow