A Crow's Trial

Guests line up to leave their moldy bedrooms
In a dimly lit, moonlit, motel
The turtles are dancing with raccoons
A zombie joins, but gets a firm: No thank you

The mannequin's calling for a taxi
With a fee of twenty thousand yen
A familiar voice calls out to me
A feathered creature I have never seen

The crow offers me a smoke
He says: It'll take you for a joyride
No sir, I think I'd rather choke
Oh I'll be fine

You're in a web of lies

On a busy street
You'll see the cityfolk
Run at the mercy
Of the singing crows

The raven ponders
If he enjoys the gore
While he takes
The frontal lobe and eats some more

Little miss
Don't sit, come join the fun!
We've only got
12 hours till the party's done

Paramnesia
Rules this world, so fake a smile!
Take a shot, some scotch
And wait until your trial

Crows line up to greet the local mushrooms
Sticking flyers on their spotted head
The turtles are eating the raccoons
A zombie sits alone and cries: I hate you

The mannequin's calling for a taxi
For a crow who knows we have a deal
A familiar voice cries out to me
A feathered creature, and he's come to see me

The crow offers me a smoke
He says: It'll help you kill the third eye
My, my, you think this is a joke?
I swear it's fine!

He's in a web of lies

The clock takes shots as the dolls relax under the morning sky
They wonder if time would still proceed if they were to die

The devil's work
Life, suffice to say
Is comedy at best

He wonders if there
Will come a time when
He can leave the nest

In a burning town around inferno's court
The crows are laughing with a glass of port
The woman wonders if she enjoys the gore
Still, she takes the devil's heart and
Eats some more

Little miss?
This isn't the deal we had!
Oh did I mess it up?
I guess it's just too bad

Paramnesia
Rules this world, so fake a smile!
Take a shot, some scotch
I'll see you at your trial