The song of the crow heralds my return
visions of my ghost dance while the ember burns
Smoke breathes life into the leaves of trees
That move with the breeze their color fades as the world turns
The wind, ushers me in
Her grace, carries me home
Lord forgive me for my sins
Free me from this form allow my soul to roam

Go

Under brumous skies I spread my wings
I soar through clouds I dart through trees
And their leaves, ever so casually
Only unleash talons when I have to be
On my digits instinctual premonitions suspicions
About your negative presence energy and apparitions
Pardon my uncanny solar plexus unparalleled vision
But what's in my hands possession you make light call superstition
Recognize I flow like water I dance like wind
I dip and rise I crash and bend
The past and the future and this breath I mend
Into a single physical form of consciousness

Go

Watch me as I go
Watch me as I go, from primal, to ethereal
Uh
A concentrated elevation
A graduation from material

Superficial minds artificial eyes
Tell me what you think tell me what do you see
When you look at me hopefully thoughtfully
Truthfully I am a king
And I believe as my first decree I plead
Tear your eyes open and pray let 'em breathe
They've been suffocating from a lack of stimulation
And isolation subjected to uniform propagation
Is that why Cadi you drink?
Naw it's 'cus I'm mourning the death of your intelligence
Caught up by the breath of a foreign existence
Your acting far from a cognitive sentient
Being, appearances deceiving
Too often these demons are plotting and scheming
Humanic energies pleasantries and pageantries
Lead to open arms hearts homes then casualties
Cutted in camo mind full of ammo
Brighter than an IG model's enamel
Heart full of anger nothing I can't handle
Bitter resentments don a heavy mantle
A chill wind blows and loneliness sings
Off into the woods I go to doze, sleep
Uh, so come fuck with me, uh
But don't you ever fucking fuck with me
Naw, now, I must take my leave
Through a sea of parted branches I leap
Tangled and twisted our roots burrow deep
Into the wet warm soil they creep; I weep
I bow my head then cross my chest proceed to fill my cup
And then I throw two up

I bow my head then cross my chest proceed to fill my cup
The fuck you know 'bout me
Cutted in camo draped in mist into the trees I duck
The real cannot be seen
Flowing freely breathing easy with this primal clutched
Purified is the stream
My starry essence and my astral presence cannot be touched
I'm an ethereal dream

Go