Out on the fields
You run
I must confess
I must confess
The way you made your nest
In the thicket of my flesh
A love to ugly for the rest
I still scrub fragments from my chest
And you could never hold me
'Cause you could always run
It wasn’t you that broke me
It was the gawking sun
A tale as old as time
Seem to confiscate my prime
When the sickness takes our mind
All we leave is left behind
Brought me down to my knees
Never felt like defeat
And what I reckon was a war
Doesn’t feel that sweet no more
The finer the honey
The smoother the venom
A numbness so tender
A gentle surrender
I made you the pillar
That comes to the ground
A worship so futile
It must be profound
And now I turn to you my witness
With countless sins I dragged through the shame
'Cause even at the bottom
There is some gold to claim
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