Field Crow

[Verse]
I’ve grown feathers
My nails rot off
My fingers
And I’ve grown talons
I've become a field crow
I flew down, to ask you a riddle

[Chorus]
Throw the weakest
Out of the nest
Pluck the feathers
From my breast
I’m the mother
In distress
I’m the daughter
You’ll detest
I’m the daughter
You’ll regret
I’m the daughter
You’ll regret

[Chorus]
Throw the weakest
Out of the nest
Pluck the feathеrs
From my breast
I’m the mother
In distrеss
I’m the daughter
You’ll regret
I’m the daughter
You’ll regret
I’m the daughter
You’ll regret
I’m the daughter
You’ll regret
I'm the daughter
You'll regret