The crow arises and steals the dreams from my eyes Kneel down and kiss the ground Stations of a new cross Yet at the faintest light, even his conscious is eating him alive I believe in Regret for when the morning appears again I believe in one regret to hold you when the morning appears again Lapse of devotion Temporary nuance I light the fire to bait a prey Simpler than you are Though you don't believe I might Even his conscious was eating him alive Tell the world I believe in Regret for when the morning appears again I believe in regret for when the sun appears again The crown arises and plucks the dreams from my eyes The stations of my new cross