I know about the crows
When I’m high up on my ivory throne
I build walls and call my mind a home
But still I’m all alone
Here I sit alone

I heard about the birds
Assuredly their flocking seems absurd
Southbound, downtown
on the hunt for some worth
And all I got is my words

I’m the king of the crows

Crows at my door
Leave me be
Find a friend

I’m on the floor
In my head
Once again

When the option presents itself you have to make a choice
Close your eyes look inside and only listen to your voice
It cries for companions, at the same time begs to be alone
Keep your walls down or throw em up and call your mind a home
I have it in me; part of me wants comrades and friends
if there’s anything I learned from 'The Bends':
you’re born all alone so how do you think that you’ll die?
And does it matter if you think that there’s a hippie in the sky?
The only rule I follow is an eye-for-an-eye,
but no one here will trade me all their truths for my lies
Be a part of the whole or the whole of the part?
Live my life by my brains? or my balls? or my heart?
This world makes me wonder if I’ll find it on my own,
if it’s something that you work out or something that you’re shown
I’m a social creature yet I have to make this decision:
A cell in the world’s body at the point of incision
Now someone help me work out where to live
Someone tell me if my life is a present that I give
Am I a gift for myself or a soul for the masses?
Sour like a lemon or sweet like molasses?
Someone help me work out where to live
Someone tell me if my life is a present that I give
Am I a note in a symphony or just a single tone?
Live my life with everyone else, or live my life alone?