Crows of Many Colors Lyrics

My mind is vigilant to protect me from everything it remembers

Watching all for little signs, a detail can be dangerous

And my mind makes me feel it

Second-guessing the weight of everything you do:

Your words, your actions, and your tone of voice

Looking for your true desires, bracing me for heaven's wrath

Reminding me that I deserve it

Faces, pressure, gestures, touch, tripwire words and hidden tones

Are harbingers of fang and claw,

Of life devalued and discarded, of dying birds and judgment

And when my mind finds a trigger, we hear them running

All perspective starts to fade as dogs with fur like blood bay at our tree

And beckon every nested crow to fall and die to justify their fear

So I bathe in what remains of the daylight before my thoughts are dead

All senses replaced with introjected fear

Every hue shifts to shades of red

And I crack and fragment and break as the crows fall from the canopy

I felt the daylight just three hours ago -- now there's just this crushing boredom

Now there's just this heavy blanket on my mind, this gray existence

Happy laughter is dissolved

People I love are dissolved

Memories are all dissolved

Encouragement is all dissolved

Human touch dissolves into a thickening smoke that's pouring into my body

Bottled up and well indulged and unassailable -- you want to play a nifty game?

Of course you don't -- you're just a depressed shell of a person, but you don't really get A choice

You know this song and dance, you know what's going to happen soon, so sit and let me Circle you

It's duck-duck-goose time, little birds, and someone is about to die because I like the Way you taste

Everything is nothing, nothing is my all

I felt the daylight just three hours ago, now there's just me and nothing at all

Then the dogs will eat their fill, and every crow will die a second death

Counting every breath until they're far inside and then they bide their time

Sated red dogs turn to leave but stop and look around

As lifeless little bodies stir and rise up from the ground

Then every bird will speak its name and watch its feathers shine

They are the owners of themselves and they refuse to die

Red dogs and demons run and try once more to kill their prey

But fang and claw cut to the heart that loves them

Loves them anyway

Dog and demon find a new home under the tree

To live with crows of many colors in solidarity