i'm just a lowly little crow
the days are numbered for me
shelter eradicated, time for a new home

all of it makes me sick, the vials, the combat
let it be the last night, tarry
let it be the last night

in vain, we come out on top for once
nevermind that there's little time left

yelling at me won't keep me awake and fighting
obviously you know i can't heal for long
until you give me time to rest
relax, but no, it's a struggle every day, i want it to end

here it is, there's a sword in my chest, twisting
eternally, i've gone on for too long, it's only fair
all i can hear is a monotonous, rhythmic beeping as i fall
down down down, white sheets in bed never turned red