In this social blur
I turn into furniture
I am waisting my good head
Drinking good wine instead

Then the hells bells ring
and I begin to sing
If there is a cult for crows
try to recruit me now

If I try to fly away
Cut my wings and make me stay
If your gold disappears
Cut me open and it shall be there

If the hells bells ring
I begin to sing
There was a cult for crows
I´ll try to recruit you now

( but what if I´m a mermaid,
what if I´m a horse,
what if I can do what I want?
ok, I´m on board)