I want you to dig a hole with me In the wide open fields of glory Hide and seek must be played Before the rising morning
Teach me how to sing a song To wake me up from my long sleep Never-ending ever long Shovel digging ground so deep
Crawling on the fields of gold Victory is on my sight
Universe, this place of a mess Have set my thoughts in order Deadly smell comes from this hole Blurring the mind with it's poison
Humming the tune what i chose To howl at the moon Lucky to have consciousness What else can be of any importance
Crawling on the fields of gold Victory is on my sight Taking all you can behold Trained to find the wrong from right
Trained to fall asleep...
Hard to swallow Empty hollow Deadly smell of Gentle hell Distorting heart Pumping tar Barking at the Dogstar
I saw my friends Their in my head Fever rising Eyes are red
Glowing arms with Glowing veins Bloody hands are Set to pray
Who's hand holds you from falling Who keeps you alive til the morning Crawling on the fields of glory Ride through your mind to search for Crawling on the fields of gold Those rusty blades what cuts you down.
Crawling on the fields I told Victory is on my sight Taking all you can behold Trained to find the wrong from right
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