King Crow

Stroke your hand across my ego Stay until you've torn a page Breaks shift Cracks lift Lines split where they once defined Wait for no one Stop at nothing Want not wanting Quiet down Gaslight me up I won't burn much I run on fumes I'm out of touch Gaslight me up I won't burn much I run on fumes I'm out of touch I'm out of touch Can I separate my heart from my mind And satisfy these urges one at a time And will I re-assemble my mind and my heart Or will I fall apart Through my sorrow I've gained visions Ghosts around me, silent, listless Are they of my own creation Do they wish for reparations People age so they may know that Life is fleeting, it can go Carpet torn from underneath you Any moment could defeat you Gaslight me up I won't burn much I run on fumes I'm out of touch Gaslight me up I won't burn much I run on fumes I'm out of touch I'm out of touch Can I separate my heart from my mind And satisfy these urges one at a time And will I re-assemble my mind and my heart Or will I fall apart Or will I fall apart Or will I fall apart