In the cave of black despair
I've become part of the devil's brigade
I wear the yellow face of doom to scare
Let the leaves cover me, I need some shade
The weak kill with a kiss
And the strong with a blade
And the gaping grave is void of a semblance of bliss
While the bars symbolize how I've disobeyed
I hear the cackling of the crow
It beckons me beneath the earth
Hear my anguished cries of woe
Tell me what's my empty life worth?
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