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There’s a black bird perched outside my window I hear him calling I hear him sing He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers He sees all my sins He reads my soul One day that bird he spoke to me Like Martin Luther Like Pericles Come join the murder Come fly with black We’ll give you freedom From the human trap Come join the murder Soar on my wings You’ll touch the hand of God And He’ll make u king And He’ll make u king On a blanket made of woven shadows Flew up to heaven On a raven’s glide These angels have turned my wings to wax now I fell like Judas grace denied On that day that he lied to me Like Martin Luther Like Pericles I walk among the children of my fathers The broken wings betrayal’s cost They call to me but never touch my heart, now I am too far And Im too lost All I can hear is what he spoke to me Like Martin Luther Like Pericles So now I curse that raven’s fire You made me hat
