ネヴァモア (nevermore)

Give me your eye
Give me your skin
Give me your voice
(Nevermore, nevermore)
Give me your lung
Give me your name
Give me your faith
(Nevermore, nevermore)

Welcome to our wonderland
You’re chosen to be the only one
Follow the crow
Now listen carefully
He’ll make you anything you wish to be
Count to three

Tell me, if I'm the only one
Can you make me special in this hollow world?
Admiration, recognition, confirmation
All I ever wished for!
Tell me, if I'm the only one
Can I be the winder of this broken world?
One black crow said, mockingly
Perhaps you won’t be yourself in the end, but oh, well

(Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary)
(Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—)
(While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping)
(As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door)

Give me your wing
Give me your claw
Give me your tail
(Nevermore, nevermore)
Give me your song
Give me your fame
Give me your life
(Nevermore, nevermore)

Give me your eye
Give me your skin
Give me your voice
(Nevermore, nevermore)
Give me your lung
Give me your name
Give me your faith
(Nevermore, nevermore)

Yesterday I saw someone burying a crow deep in the ground
Someone I know
What am I becoming? He looked at me, asking me silently
Are you me?

Tell me, if I'm the only one
Why am I becoming doubtful of this world?
Opposition, accusation, complication
Wake me from this nightmare!
Tell me, if I'm the only one
Why is there another winder of this world?
One white crow said, pitifully
Perhaps he forgot to tell you something, but oh, well

Tell me, if I'm the only one
Can you make me special in this hollow world?
Admiration, recognition, confirmation
All I ever wished for!
Tell me, if I'm the only one
Can I be the winder of this broken world?
One black crow said, mockingly
Perhaps you won’t be yourself in the end, but oh, well

Tell me, if I'm not anyone
I can make you special in this hollow world
Admiration, recognition, confirmation
All you ever wished for!
Tell me, if I'm not anyone
I can choose you as the winder of this world
I'm gonna say, nevermore
Perhaps I can make you anything you wish to be

(And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor)
(Shall be lifted—nevermore!)