Song of the moment ...

I'm just a loser in the game of love.
I'm just an stray boy in the shade.

And how I wish to know what love is like.
To find someone to contemplate

There's a voice and a million answers,
to the questions I don't ask.
A demon - I've got to contain.When I'm walking through the fen,
getting deep into the black.
There are whispers I can't restrain.

Don't give in.

Rise to fame - time will come.
Make your claim - time has come.
For the crow to fly away.

So you're an angel,
meant to walk down here.
And you believe it's all divine.
And you don't play by all those temporal rules.
You watch the world begin to die.

Alright - when the lamb's been torn to pieces,
I've been crashing from the sky.
The fallen to care for the prey.
they put a spoke right in your wheel.
I'm the one to dare the weak.
To push you all over the pain.

You give in, oh..

Rise to fame - time will come.
Make your claim - time has come.
For the crow to fly away.

I close my eyes and I see
what's coming my way.
Oh yeah,
he's got treasure in his eyes.
that he's gonna turn to clay...

Hmm, oh...
I'm a stranger.
I'm a changer.
And I'm a danger - maybe.
Fallen angel - waiting for the prey.
The devil has come to take a maimed away.
Penetration of the twisted mind.
The evil is out for the weak and blind.

I can feel it in your voice,
ever so sweet... No,
Do I really have a choice?
No, no, no!

Oh, you burn your feet on unholy ground,
you roam the barren wicked plains abound
in evil eyes and evil speak.
Abound in all you evil freaks!

When you say it's all divine,
and meant to be,
what about your flesh and bood,
and defiers like me?

Their evil eyes are looking down on you.
And those who don't are losing sight of you.
Face the rage to chase away.
The specter of disgrace and shame.

Whthered roses dying on the ledge.
A withered dreamer standing on the edge.

Yo dream of love but you wake up to pain.
You're better off to join in my game.

Then she'll be better off to cry contrite tears.
One day she'll wonder why she had let you disappear,
oh dear...

Rise to fame - Your time has come.
Time will come - To take the sun.
Make your claim - You're drawn to the sound.
Time has come - You're leaving ground.

Rise to fame - The flight of the crow.
Time will come - Cross the line!
Time has come - For the crow to fly away.

It's a flight to hell.
Can you hear the bell?
The devil has come
to take your soul away.
A flight to hell - alright!

I'm a stranger.
I'm a changer.
And I'm a danger - maybe.
Fallen angel - waiting for the prey.