You've been drifting down
that armageddon road too long
like a single crow in a deadly sky.

You've worn your wrists
too close to your heart
and the fabric has run
for heaven, dangerous heaven.

The day is grey all over
and you are alone with your head,
searching for a steel heart.

You've moved and you've moved
through the caves of every coast,
but your skin and your bones
are anchored in a small town.

Your eyes are all gunshot.
Your eyes are all grey water.
You change with every new day.
Just what are you?

    Call him a wolf, call him a lion,
    call him a man in disguise,
    call him the crow in the rainbow cloak,
    call him still alive.

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