The crowing

I found the clues of a lost stay killed in motion
but i thought of it so
like there's no other way it could've been done
well, lay aside my fear,
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 visiouns that play and plague memories
i loved them with all
all as the son should to mother and father
But you, you were my favorite
but you, you know, you were my favorite
And i walk through the door,
shaping the light of all life
with our eyes and reform,
would i com as before
pray you're not the only one
pray you're not the only...
if i form 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
Did you ever really know before
my face shamed too late?
did you ever really know before
my mind scare to think?
did you ever really know before
my name sung to these?
did you, did you,
did you come clean in the end from the son?
Dear ambelina,
the prizes she's due to watch over me
dear ambelina,
the prizes she saw to watch over me
i fought the decisions that called them lost
my mark in the revalant peace in this
i will come reformed
in short, for the murders of those i caught
i bless the hour that holds your fall
i will kill you all
i will call you (i will cross you out)
i found shells to
burn your wings (burn your wings),
and burn the core
and burn the letters