On the trail
On the tracks
I never thought I'd be coming back
Cold October wicked crow
Never saw me fall
Feel like things never will get old
Mystery history of it all
Never saw me fall
On your face
On the mask
Danced a painting of prism glass
On the trace of a wicked crow
Never kept in lines
Feel like things never will get old
From the tips finger drips blood
Never cut me out
Feel like things never will get old
Crying out a wicked crow