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To the Crows

from To the Crows by The Husht

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I stand beneath the canopy of dying autumn leaves
The emptiness inside of me is colder than the breeze
I've come this way a hundred times to walk beneath the crows
Just so I could listen, try to find out what they know

I keep on getting older, keep on waiting to be wise
But every truth I find comes with another pack of lies
No place to find redemption, no ransom for my soul
I want to die right here and leave my body

To the crows
To the crows

Small black eyes are watching me as if they know it's time
Can they hear my heart?
Can they read my mind?
A rusty pistol in my hand, it only has one round
The taste of bitter steel
I don't even hear the sound

The pavement rushes up with a bed of fallen leaves
The murder up above me goes exploding from the trees
No faith in resurrection, no respite for my soul
I fly away from here and leave my body

To the crows
To the crows

They were calling, calling...

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from To the Crows, released May 1, 2020

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The Husht Sacramento, California

A psychedelic pop/rock indie band on a creative journey through science fiction and the human experience. Influenced by Nirvana, The Cure, Pink Floyd, and Stephen Hawking.

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