This is a song about "The packers"

Eyes poked out the the raven

Tryna find the one

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

It's just the start, the beginning

The wall being the victim

Two reflections into one

From the bench to the ball

Mirror mirror on the wall

It's been nothing but pain

The realist in the game

For the man of the hour

Just to let you know, you are