The Lurid Crow
Beautify bland color, say your name and I follow
You’re a god, a martyr, followers a thousand young
Feel the grip squeezing tighter, prophet like a python
Eye the prey conformer that makes a thousand plus one
I need someone like you
Someone that can relate
Feel me, feel what I am
Tell me why I should hate
Your words cut through the locks
That kept down painful things
Hold up my head for me
Show me what hate can bring
Maybe you preach the truth so that we will shame our sin
To deny our temptations, to peel away our skin
Softly extend your arm to keep away creeping harm
Send your followers to save, send out your seraphim
Feeding on hate and fear
The message gets into my inner ear
Swimming around my eyes
Pictures begin to materialize
Mind numbing stories become stimulations
Outlets for expression and aggravations
The puzzles turn cubed in your explanations
Infinite ways with endless calculations
My end begins with a stand against diversity
Fear among truth hides well in this negativity
A cynical song can’t prove pessimism’s wrong
Independent thoughts become considered heresy
