Crow's Perch

Face done
Gone, done
Face new
Trash gone

Face done, face done
Face new, trash gone
Break your, break some
Break or lose one

Face
Face
Face

I woke up in the room
A leather chair
Suspended by
Strands of her hair
She chose to lose
In order to leave
When given the choice
Could not help me

Face done, face done
Break or lose one

I waited to lose, I heard the moans
I sat by the telephone
And it opened wide, a shoe size 9
If he mutilated, would you cry?
Would you cry for me?
He held so tight with a shoe size 9
And it opened wide
Would you cry for me?
He held so tight

Face done, face done
Face new, trash gone
Break one, break some
Break or lose one