Two suns in a closed jar.
Liquefy the viper for the show.
Cut the cord and breathe deep.
Sympathize in silence for the crow.
Steal the jewel and drop it.
Lay another crack out in the road.
Happenstance and visions, stupid superstitions.
Sympathize in silence for the crow.
You start believing in everything you read
It's just like Stevie said.
A cosmic free for all with caps and crystal balls
When you believe in things like the archetype in wings.
Sing 'em to sleep, but the crow just gets no sympathy.
Sing 'em to sleep, but the crow just gets no sympathy.
King the sleeping serpent down and go
Hide out in the open, cowering but hoping.
Sympathize and side for the crow.
Though he's a bird to prey, let the crow eat cake.
You know hoe ravens love the crumbs.
Throw them to the black cats that cross our tracks
Frozen stiff and maybe they'll melt in the sun.
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