Dead Hands Feel No Pain Jinjer

Happy morning
I woke up to a crow's song
They are croaking
To abusive music
Happy mourning
I woke up to all my problems solved
And dissolved
In a swamp of the past years
So I learnt to transform
This sweetest lethargy

Gripping onto
The reality of
Facing a thousand
As they circle above

The strings of my soul
Got loose too soon
'Cause the reins of my heart
Were too tight all the time
Were too tight all the time

Here I am sitting on the edge of a cold fence
The same fencе
I left you all behind