Them old crap

Scarecrow

Them old crap
Devils procession beside me
When two crows land in my coffin
Devils possession in my mind
When I'm turn ashes

I have no god, no god to pray
I have no feelling of pain
Always colder smile
The most crying rain

I cast out the fox that flatter me
I'm the crow in the gate
Storing souls, in the cemetery
You dont wanna be in my state

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