| Song | The Ravens |
| Artist | Emily Jane White |
| Album | Victorian America |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The bats dropped night in | |
| A sunken skull imprint | |
| Of out bodies on the bed | |
| A plaster mold it seems | |
| Delicate, enshrined | |
| A masterpiece | |
| Left to die | |
| Here we go again | |
| A splitting of the wood | |
| Carved and thinned | |
| Until there's nothing left | |
| But some shavings and | |
| An album that you left | |
| Behind | |
| Oh my broken bones | |
| Crippled and thrown | |
| To the wayside | |
| But we weren't in it to win | |
| Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
| And a violent wind | |
| Ripped the wave from the shore | |
| And I know that you caved in | |
| And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
| And so I walk the line | |
| To the beating of this never ending lie | |
| The ravens they fly low | |
| Death a ubiquitous member | |
| And knock forever more | |
| Or just break down the door | |
| To this labyrinth of your twisted heart | |
| But I am just like you | |
| Selfish and abused | |
| There is a shadow | |
| That stalks my hide | |
| But what do you do with this skin | |
| A home in which you live | |
| It's insufficient | |
| But we weren't in it to win | |
| Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
| And a violent wind | |
| Ripped the wave from the shore | |
| And I know that you caved in | |
| And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
| But you know I understand | |
| So I’ll drop the ball from up on high | |
| And watch it descend | |
| Growing ever further from my eye | |
| And so I walk the line | |
| To the beating of this never ending lie |
| The bats dropped night in | |
| A sunken skull imprint | |
| Of out bodies on the bed | |
| A plaster mold it seems | |
| Delicate, enshrined | |
| A masterpiece | |
| Left to die | |
| Here we go again | |
| A splitting of the wood | |
| Carved and thinned | |
| Until there' s nothing left | |
| But some shavings and | |
| An album that you left | |
| Behind | |
| Oh my broken bones | |
| Crippled and thrown | |
| To the wayside | |
| But we weren' t in it to win | |
| Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
| And a violent wind | |
| Ripped the wave from the shore | |
| And I know that you caved in | |
| And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
| And so I walk the line | |
| To the beating of this never ending lie | |
| The ravens they fly low | |
| Death a ubiquitous member | |
| And knock forever more | |
| Or just break down the door | |
| To this labyrinth of your twisted heart | |
| But I am just like you | |
| Selfish and abused | |
| There is a shadow | |
| That stalks my hide | |
| But what do you do with this skin | |
| A home in which you live | |
| It' s insufficient | |
| But we weren' t in it to win | |
| Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
| And a violent wind | |
| Ripped the wave from the shore | |
| And I know that you caved in | |
| And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
| But you know I understand | |
| So I' ll drop the ball from up on high | |
| And watch it descend | |
| Growing ever further from my eye | |
| And so I walk the line | |
| To the beating of this never ending lie |
| The bats dropped night in | |
| A sunken skull imprint | |
| Of out bodies on the bed | |
| A plaster mold it seems | |
| Delicate, enshrined | |
| A masterpiece | |
| Left to die | |
| Here we go again | |
| A splitting of the wood | |
| Carved and thinned | |
| Until there' s nothing left | |
| But some shavings and | |
| An album that you left | |
| Behind | |
| Oh my broken bones | |
| Crippled and thrown | |
| To the wayside | |
| But we weren' t in it to win | |
| Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
| And a violent wind | |
| Ripped the wave from the shore | |
| And I know that you caved in | |
| And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
| And so I walk the line | |
| To the beating of this never ending lie | |
| The ravens they fly low | |
| Death a ubiquitous member | |
| And knock forever more | |
| Or just break down the door | |
| To this labyrinth of your twisted heart | |
| But I am just like you | |
| Selfish and abused | |
| There is a shadow | |
| That stalks my hide | |
| But what do you do with this skin | |
| A home in which you live | |
| It' s insufficient | |
| But we weren' t in it to win | |
| Our love it grew and died, begin again | |
| And a violent wind | |
| Ripped the wave from the shore | |
| And I know that you caved in | |
| And surrendered to your cold and brutal nature | |
| But you know I understand | |
| So I' ll drop the ball from up on high | |
| And watch it descend | |
| Growing ever further from my eye | |
| And so I walk the line | |
| To the beating of this never ending lie |