Show me to the cage where I'll be set free
Clip my wings and let me fly away where I'll be set free
Where the sweet songs of death are where you'll find me
Words of sorrow, Voice of silence, Whispered away with the breeze
When no one's around, Does the crow not cry?
When wings are clipped, Does the crow still fly?
Let me fall, Run away, Find out what's real and what's a lie
Bleach my feathers and call me an angel, Send me to heaven to die
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