All once was mine gone with the wind
Crushed into dust flew though falling leaves
It's me it's me torn but so alive
Still don't see? Them crows two in the sky three on ground one for wrath and one for pride
We should end as a child just in time
On the peak of our knowledge humble and wise
It's us it's us so dumb and blind
We don't see... them crows two in the trees three in the sky one for envy and that one is pride
Roam on
Roam along
Your time left is now on
Don't enter we're all dead
