Two Crows Testo

Two crows flying, is that a bad sign
Was that the reason I blew my mind
Or just an excuse for my sad state of kind
I'll eat my words
And sew my mouth shut
And sheath the knife
With which I cut you down
Your love that I cut down
King fool, king fool
Come forward and bow
You've out done yourself
And you didn't know how
I don't hate to love
And I don't love to hate
But my own trappings are the situations I create
And I'll eat my words
And sew my mouth shut
And sheath the knife with which I cut you down
It wasn't me no
It wasn't me
I never said a thing
It wasn't me no
It wasn't me no I wish I never said a thing
I wish I never said a thing
A waste of time were the words I threw
So bad no decent bard would take them to use
No prophecies were made
With the curses I gave
Only black shades of shame
Like two crows on a grave
And I'll eat my words
And sew my mouth shut
And sheath the knife with which I cut you down
Oh the love that I cut down
Two crows flying
Is that a bad sign?