Story Behind the Song
It's not really written about anything in particular but it reflects many views based on human behavior and religion.
Lyrics
Twenty-four black birds in a pie,
chasing a rabbit and I don't know why,
Is it a memory or is it a dream,
An onyx a spade a black heart for the queen...
My life is my ending story never to cease,
Take a ride on a feather carry me through the crease,
With no one to turn to the smokey feild is my prize,
An Indian guides me to the point of arise...
And I feel like dying...
Can't you see me crying?
I'm living on mushrooms as I borrow from theives,
I see us grow smaller from the bold to the weak,
He lives on a mountain far away from your please,
The hermit and savior glorified among trees...
Still you try to break free
I try to break free,
Come on baby run away with me,
Try try try to break free,
Sad truth to my story it's quite a long way to fall,
Yet the whole human race will drag themselves through it all,
You cry for a savior you beg for relief,
What makes you so ignorant it's for him you should grieve
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