I saw a crow in the crowd
He was sexy and black
Going all around
With a scarf around his neck
In a cloud of smoke
In the sea of sound
In the smoke of a cloud
He likes Stick 'n' Poke

Sexy black riding hood
Running through the wood
Trees of concrete
He is gonna pass them with the wind

All the sparrows hide
Being afraid of his knife
You had better go
he's gonna to start his show

The day is blind
In the middle of the night
All the ghosts are by his side
All his thoughts would kill your mind

Cold air stands still
He is about to meet someone here
No hatred in his veins to feel
But you could be his meal

I was lost in the dark
Then I saw a bright spark
Let's go arching
Cover me with your black wing

Flying through the lifes
Crossing the lines
Making him a home fries
Keeping warmth inside a dice

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