Bad Omen by TACHKA Lyrics

Crows are circling round your head
Is it a bad omen? Is it a bad omen?
Is knowing a curse or a blessing?
Is it sheer madness?

The grass is green, the sky is purple
Is it real or absurd?
Will I throw salt behind my back three times
And wonder if my future's doomed and bound?

Crawl on my back, I'll run like a crazy animal
Carry my guns, they don't weigh nothing at all

The intruder is taken as hostage
Is that gonna happen to my head ?
Am I the fish in the net or the net itself?

Aren't we splendid watching souls
Pouring out of every hole?
Will the mystics priase my name
Before I chant their creeds again?
Crawl on my back, I'm very much obliged
Carry my guns, they're invisible to the eye