Crow III

"He can't get away with by the timeHe gets in front of the juryHe'll be a good boy", said man one

At a little before five o'clock

He went through the basement"Yes or no?", demanded man two

Bantering humor dry in his throat"Is there more than what she gave you?"

Questioned man three as a growing flicker

Waved across his eyes, "No"

The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate

This happens to now everyone in the room

You feel traces, a dying sound

Listen to the time of your life

Standstill, panic stricken

Ringing the bells of a empty houses

Someone answers and calls you

Transfixed by committed you say"I ain't no guillotine"

The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice"What he wants is in the house"

The words hung there for a moment

Bending forward she plucked

She plucked the ashes from his cigarette

And said something nobody could understand

Nobody could understand, nobody could understand

One moment of irritation

You call back, "Why me?"

The vantage point above the street

Can be exhilarating

Falling back to a perspective odyssey

A track of thunder tower lust of decomposed intensity

I am, I am,

I am, I am