[woman crying]

Oh my god

[still crying]

Don't leave me



[Monoxide Child:]

I can here them whisper my name

I can feel them watch me every now and again

I watch him float along the clouds

Hunt for blood stains

My souls almost out

And he can only see the pain

Wings spread on a porch I sit

Conversatin with the devil on some shit

I feel the spirts rise

When the black birds fly

When its time to die

Only the crows know why



[Shaggy 2 Dope:]

12 o' clock on the dot

My blood runs cold

On my window

Got me in a choke hold

Visions of death pinicle sacrafice

And the ultimate price of taking my own life

Beady yellow eyes see right through me

Talking to me, the beyond consumes me

The black crow takes my thoughts

And plants seeds

The black crow plants his feet and over sees



[Chorus:]

Our father of Shangri-La

Halo be thy name

If the world turns over

Save me from the fire rain

Keep me pure keep me clean

As the Lotus grows

I ask ye for forgiveness

Keep me from the crows



[Jamie Madrox:]

Balck feathers black eyes black wings

Perched atop the cemetery gateing

Waiting for me, recording my moves

Used to be one, now there are two

A couple waiting to pick at my soul

And bring me back to the one in control

The faster I run they still give chase

Will they leave me if I reveal my Holy Cross face



[Violent J:]

Black blood within the raven

Have I been forgaven?

A haven of crows watching skwaking

Drifting above me, hawking

What lies beneath it's eyes

Who's guideing it as it flys

When the red moon bleeds

It feeds, forfilling it's needs



[Chorus x2]



[Monoxide Child:]

In my mark for death

Do they want my last breath

Do they really want me dead

So my soul will reserrect

I can't help it praying to the god above

Purify change the crows to doves



[Shaggy 2 Dope:]

Wings spread out and they cover my soul

Deaths voice springs out

And spreads threw my mentals

In threw my mind

And down my spine



[Violent J:]

Midnight, sunrise, sunfall

Crows beckon, pharohs call

My blood hot dripping

Growing clipping, snipping



[Jamie Madrox:]

I will never be afraid

Of the eyes of the dead

In my trench coat pocket

There's a severed crows head

I look down his neck

To see what he can see

I've finally come to grips

They will always be around me



[Chorus x2]