Two crows flying, is that a bad signnWas that the reason I blew my mindnOr just an excuse for my sad state of kindnI’ll eat my wordsnAnd sew my mouth shutnAnd sheath the knife nWith which I cut you downnYour love that I cut down nnKing fool, king foolnCome forward and bownYou’ve out done yourself nAnd you didn’t know hownI don’t hate to lovenAnd I don’t love to hatenBut my own trappings are the situations I createnAnd I’ll eat my wordsnAnd sew my mouth shutnAnd sheath the knife with which I cut you downnnIt wasn’t me nonIt wasn’t me nI never said a thingnIt wasn’t me nonIt wasn’t me no I wish I never said a thingnI wish I never said a thingnnA waste of time were the words I threwnSo bad no decent bard would take them to usenNo prophecies were madenWith the curses I gavenOnly black shades of shamenLike two crows on a gravennAnd I’ll eat my wordsnAnd sew my mouth shutnAnd sheath the knife with which I cut you downnOh the love that I cut downnnTwo crows flyingnIs that a bad sign?n