Crow's Perch

Face Done Gone Done Fate New Trash Gone Fate, gone, fight, done Face, new, trash, gone Break, you'll break some Break or lose one Fate? Or fight? Fight I woke up in a room In a leather chair I was suspended by A strand of her hair He chose to lose In order to leave When given the choice Could not help me Fate, gone, fight, done Break or lose one I waited to lose And I heard the moans I sat by The telephone And it opened wide A shoe size nine If you're mutilated Would you cry? Would you cry for me? And he held so tight And a shoe size nine And it opened wide Would you cry for me? And he held so tight Fate, gone, fight, done Face, new, trash, gone Break one, break some Break or lose one