A little crow, he came to me
And asked what to do with the snow
We tried and tried to sweep it clean
The cold, it continued to blow

And old friends have since grown
Something a little less kind
The bird flew north
But as for me
I'm stuck with what he left behind

An oil slick black
Dress made of words you can't take back
The feathers choke around my neck

They built me a stage on the nest that he razed
I'm breathless as I take a bow
It's consequenceless
And I should have known that by now
Consequenceless
Your cost of business
Whispers loud
Vicious and vile, they turn the crowd
The curtain call's a little too real right
Now they are rushing and pushing and begging for blood
The lights are going down


Pin sharp and violent
We plead your lips quiet
We say "Be a good bird and sing"
The embers in timbers
They live for December
And we know the fire they'll bring
(Pin sharp and violent)
(We plead your lips quiet)
(We say "Be a good bird and sing")

It's dying out
And I see it now
I don't have a use for the name
That they've disavowed
(And now they are rushing and pushing and screaming for blood)
I stand to my feet (I stand to my feet)
I spread my wings (I spread my wings)
And I take my crown