Every year that goes by, I just seem to get older And the tide goes up and the water washes over And I know myself less, going in and out my head Going in and out my head, hooded death gets a boner Every year that goes by, I just seem to get older And the tide goes up and the water washes over And I know myself less, going in and out my head Going in and out my head, hooded death gets a boner and I- Fucking sickos, fucking sickos everywhere And you got your nails long Why'd you cut off all your hair? Fucking sickos, fucking sickos everywhere Are you fucking doing okay? I'll be a black crow in my next life Flying over an office park I'll be a black crow in my next life Flying over an office park I smash and curse this skin Oh, I dig and dig and dig Pulling away at the fat and muscle, always searching further in Somewhere deep inside my body has to be the answer for everything Somewhere deep inside my body has to be the reason for why I'm like this But I'll be a black crow in my next life Flying over an office park I'll be a black crow in my next life Flying over an office park