The dark crow man sits and stares into the oblivion. Into cold into nothingness, it's snowing in his mind.. . He's created himself in his own image.. Lust held for him means naught, a knock on the door.
I am the ones & the zerosthat control commerce & file you silently far away.. I am the children starving in the gutter bellies full of unabated poverty..
All the fucked up things trap. And punish me I cannot explain my problem.. Kill my hopeless life I cannot be hypnotized.. You owe me.. Push aside the veil to welcome in the visitors..