The crow arises and steals the dreams from my eyes.
I kneel down and kiss the ground.
Stations of a new cross.
Yet, at the faintest light...
Even his conscience is eating him alive.
Tell them all:
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again.
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again.
Dawn of devotion, temporary nuance.
Light fire to bait the prey simpler than you are.
You don't believe I might...
Even his conscience was eating him alive...
So, tell the world:
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again.
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again.
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again.
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again.
The crow arises and steals the dreams from my eyes.
The crow arises and plucks the dreams from my eyes.
The stations of your new cross...
The stations of my new cross...
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again.
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again.
I believe in regret for when the morning appears again.
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again.