Living Attic: Bitter Crow


Bitter crow surrounded by slaves
Moon's noise in my head
Tells me to judge living and dead
Different reality where nothing matters

Waiting timeless times and beyond
Who shall I take with me
Material turns to energy
in split of a sec it all changes

I'm safe when I'm lost in myself
I'm lost on my way to the grave
I can't rest my eyes
unless I rest in peace

Crippled crow sees the world's disease
Around me walls of the box

Waiting for the destiny and bitter end
Shall I take you all with me
Flying skills are gone and freedom is not a choice

I'm safe when I'm lost in myself
I'm lost on my way to the grave
I can't rest my eyes
unless I rest in peace

I'm safe when I'm lost in myself
I'm lost on my way to the grave
I can't rest my eyes
unless I rest in peace