Keeping Her Keys

[Chorus] Six crows sing, I'm the observer It's my thing, feeding the murder They tell me rumors of my fate Faith in my moving timeline [Verse 1] The mirror will throw me its hurtful illusion Why give up everything now if it isn't a cure for confusion? Maiden to crone, chthonic dispatcher I lived an era alone in a cycle of chronic disaster [Chorus] Six crows sing, I'm the observer It's my thing, feeding the murder Tear up my womb to try my strength Faith in my ruin [Outro] That's what you give to me