Black Crow - Girls Rituals

Every year that goes by, I just seem to get older

And the tide goes up and the water washes over

And I know myself less, going in and out my head

Going in and out my head, hooded death gets a boner

Every year that goes by, I just seem to get older

And the tide goes up and the water washes over

And I know myself less, going in and out my head

Going in and out my head, hooded death gets a boner and I

Fucking sickos, fucking sickos everywhere

And you got your nails long

Why’d you cut off all your hair?

Fucking sickos, fucking sickos everywhere

Are you fucking doing okay?

I’ll be a black crow in my next life

Flying over an office park

I’ll be a black crow in my next life

Flying over an office park

I smash and curse this skin

Oh, I dig and dig and dig

Pulling away at the fat and muscle

Always searching further in

Somewhere deep inside my body

Has to be the answer for everything

Somewhere deep inside my body

Has to be the reason for why I’m like this

But I’ll be a black crow in my next life

Flying over an office park

I’ll be a black crow in my next life

Flying over an office park