There's a bird that nests inside me,
sleeping just beneath my skin
I see ravens all around me,
playing games against the wind.
"One for sorrow! Six for gold!"
chanted children in some distant day
I can see my thoughts grow old,
guess I'd have wondered anyway...
There's a game of worms and ravens,
there's a game of trash and crows
and the falcon on the circling winds
feels the gambit as it grows.
A parliament around me
and a jury close behind,
I strive to represent myself
and let the tether wind.

Every noble raptor
hides a thieving crow within
I've seen priests committing daily
what the layman says is sin.
I have watched you from high places,
heard the lies that you have told
I stoked the fires of your passions,
then I found you growing cold.
Now the ravens are my courtiers
on the days when I am king,
and on the days when I am criminal
mighty parliament takes to wing.