Coheed and Cambria:The Crowing

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“The Crowing”
Artist: Coheed and Cambria
Albums: In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3 (2004)

I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion
But I thought of it so, like there's no other way it could've been done.
Will they size my fit for a puzzle I wish not to play a part in it?
A heart stained in hate, a feeling of fear will play circles.

But you, you were my favorite.
But you, you know, you were my favorite.

I severed my ties to shroud this body under the streets of this city
And wait for the day when I am summoned to walk across the face.
Well, slowly but clearer now, in visions that play and plague memories
I loved them with all, as the son should to mother and father.

But you, you were my favorite.
But you, you know, you were my favorite.

Would I walk through the door, shedding the light of all life?
With the rise and reform, would I come as before?
Pray you're not the only one.
Pray you're not the only.

If given mistakes would I take them back?
If erasing them could. If erasing them would.
But would they be the words that I would say?
Your face and a door between.
I've parted three ways.
For you, the Newo that I love.
Love.

Did you ever really know before?
My face shamed to break.
Did you ever really know before?
My mind scared to think.
Did you ever really know before?
My name son to these.
Did you? did you? did you come clean
In the end from the start?

Dear Ambellina,
The Prise wishes you to watch over me.
Dear Ambellina,
The Prise wishes all to watch over me.
I fought the decisions that call and lost
My mark has the revelant piece in this.
I will come reformed.
In short, for the murders of those I court
I bless the hour that holds your fall.
I will kill you all.

I will call you (I will cross you out)
Out from shelter.
Burn your wings. (Burn your wings)

I will call you (I will cross you out)
Out from shelter.
Burn your wings. (Burn your wings)

I will call you (Dear Ambellina)
Out from shelter. (The Prise wishes you)
Burn your wings. (To watch over me)

I will call you (Dear Ambellina)
Out from shelter. (The Prise wishes you)
Burn your wings. (To watch over me)