The Crows

I can hear them whisper my name
I can feel them watch me every now and again
I watch 'em float along the clouds
Huntin' for bloodstains

My soul's almost out
And he can only see the pain
Wings spread, on a porch they sit
Conversatin' with the devil on some "who is next" shit

I feel the spirits rise
When the black birds fly
When it's time to die
Only the crows know why

Twelve o'clock on the dot
My blood runs cold
A piercing gaze through the window
Got me in a chokehold
Visions of death, pinnacle sacrifice
And the ultimate price of takin' my own life

Beady, yellow eyes see right through me
Talking to me, the beyond consumes me
The black crow takes my thoughts
And plants seeds
The black crow plants his feet and oversees

Our father of Shangri-La
Hallowed be thy name
If the world turns over
Save me from the fire rain
Keep me pure, keep me clean
As the lotus grows
I ask ye for forgiveness
Keep me from the crows

Black feathers, black eyes, black wings
Perched atop the cemetery gate
Waiting for me, recording my moves
Used to be one, now there are two
A couple waiting to pick at my soul
And bring me back to the one in control
The faster I run, they still give chase
Will they leave me if I reveal my holy cross face?

Black blood within the raven
Have I been forgiven?
A haven of crows watching, squawking
Drifting above me, hawking
What lies beneath its eyes?
Who's guiding it as it flies?
When the red moon bleeds
It feeds, fulfilling its needs

Our father of Shangri-La
Hallowed be thy name
If the world turns over
Save me from the fire rain
Keep me pure, keep me clean
As the lotus grows
I ask ye for forgiveness
Keep me from the crows

Our father of Shangri-La
Hallowed be thy name
If the world turns over
Save me from the fire rain
Keep me pure, keep me clean
As the lotus grows
I ask ye for forgiveness
Keep me from the crows

Am I marked for death?
Do they want my last breath?
Do they really want me dead so my soul will resurrect?
I can't help praying to the gods above
Purify my soul, change the crows to doves

Wings spread out and they cover my soul
Death's voice springs out
And spreads through my mental
In through my mind and down my spine
I'm moments from death... the crows are all mine

Midnight, sunrise, sunfall
Crows beckon, pharaoh's call
My blood, hot, dripping
Crow wings I'm clipping, snipping

I will never be afraid of the eyes of the dead
In my trench-coat pocket, there's a severed crow's head
I look down his neck to see what he could see
I've finally come to grips
They will always be around me

Our father of Shangri-La
Hallowed be thy name
If the world turns over
Save me from the fire rain
Keep me pure, keep me clean
As the Lotus grows
I ask ye for forgiveness
Keep me from the crows

Our father of Shangri-La
Hallowed be thy name
If the world turns over
Save me from the fire rain
Keep me pure, keep me clean
As the lotus grows
I ask ye for forgiveness
Keep me from the crows