I used to be an example of
Half committing every time that I miss a mark
Fleeing the scene knowing that the perpetator'll never be caught
But now the crow is placing me in front of the car
Waiting to devour me when I lose my shards
I'm cracking under pressure of the tires that are screeching off
Three freezing nights
I won't mask it
I laugh at the pines
They make the casket
So why do I judge the debate
I don't want to contemplate
The chicken or the egg
There is still nothing on my goddamn plate
So I can't feed my good wolf
It's already starving and freezing
A cadaver buried under the snow
Three freezing nights
I won't mask it
I laugh at the pines
They made the casket
I swallowed all the quicksand
I get the sinking feeling
I'll pry myself wide open
But there's nothing worth stealing