With a mouthful of crow, tell me more
Lay it on thick with that New sound
Have the time to tell it again?
So callous as a friend
Never ceases to amaze and disgust
Revel in the moment, writhe in the year
Shed the skin, born anew
Stumble into sounds of lament
Scavenge, plunder, pretend
So callous as a friend
With eyes of green and forked tongue
Who have you become?
Though pained, my regrets are few
In vain, my trust in you