Murder of Crows

You walk the path of self-delusion, You're taking fire on the wings, Breaking down in self-confusion, You long for hearts that truly sing

If there ever was an angel, That soared above the blackest skies, Words are written, empty pages, Every story was a lie

If there's a way, To walk away, I pray we find it now

Tear my soul apart, Stitch this lonely heart, Begin to see the world for what it's worth

Take a final step, Breathe a final breath As the rope wraps tightly 'round my neck