The crow arises*
And steals the dreams from my eyes
Kneel down and kiss the ground
Stations of the new cross
Yet at the faintest light,
Even his conscious is eating him alive
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in one regret to hold
You when the morning appears again
Lapse of devotion
Temporary nuance
I light fire to bait a prey
Simpler than you are
Though you don't believe I might
Even his conscious was eating him alive
Tell the world
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again
The crown arises and plucks
The dreams from my eyes
The stations of the new cross

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