Scavenger Crow - Trallery

The truth’s tied, my mind’s closed by myself

The face near the ground, to caress the gutter

Instincts come down, tearing you apart

My rigid soul, louder, closer

I feel a presence by my side

I hear it deep in my mind

«Stand up, the end is so far»

I must persuade myself

The ground’s getting closer

Easement is easier

Anguish… Near again

There’s no solution

Kneeling on the edge of hope

Movement banned for me

But I’m searching all around for you

The sadness of my soul won’t be conclusive

It seems the answer is far away from here

Feel my pollution

Scavenger crow

Appreciate your futility, just degenerate

Beckons innocence and you feel fragile

Frozen, no longer shoulder a wrong disgrace

A haunted rage, overcomed by pain

Lack of purity clears a non-existent feedback

Don’t try to get it back, now you are stronger

Kneeling on the edge of hope

Movement banned for me

But I’m searching all around for you

The sadness of my soul won’t be conclusive

It seems the answer is far away from here

Feel my pollution

Scavenger crow