| I had a terrible vision on the last night
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| I realised before we can approach we must separate
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| No system brings me down, so I won’t let this be
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| As I sneak over in case our fires collide, medications for old and for wise
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| Thought I trusted her before, now I sigh at the logic, it sways from the left
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| to the right
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| Then your mother comes over, improving her pace, as she’s sinking her nails in
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| a different face
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| And my brother was never afraid of the cold when his liver it failed at just
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| nineteen years old
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| If you give me more time, I won’t make you be dead
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| And I’ll look to the side when you’re walking ahead
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| I dare you one more time, try and fall in my way
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| With your whispers and secret and lies, it is her you betray
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| The justice will be so fantastic, crow’s leaving
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| The Shitehawks will fall when their tails are re-feathered with lead
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| Truth’s the first virtue in systems. |
| Justice is trickery in my head
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| A terrible past situation I never took heed of your leading mind
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| Holler more! |
| We shriek for the for the fights tonight
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| How we shriek for the for the fights
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| My head’s seeing signs in your movements, like my eyes are an all seeing ocean
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| Distributive restorative enemies welcome in all the movemenets we need to breath
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| All the visions on our last night never appeared till you spoke all your fears
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| I’m struggling to see, and the crow is a fake
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| I’m hoping to change but you’re walking away
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| Throw the coals to the fire so the levee may break
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| Dams will be busted so Justice will finally be made
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| Crow’s private flight maps my leanings in life
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| And I love that bird more than it knows
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| Crow’s private flight holds some inside its sights
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| And they hate that bird more than it knows |