Ears for Eyes - Face Down in the Corn

Nice one, I laughed, but it's just so absurd
That sometime near birth you were shaken, not stirred
And somewhere near Earth there's a spinning, gray disk
Margarette forgot to put bread on the list
Charlie was always the one with two hands
One on the trigger, and one down his pants
I've made a deal with him, now say goodbye
To health, wealth, and heaven, the ocean's run dry
Nice one, I wept 'cause it's so obsolete
I fell from your ego, and shattered my feet
I fell for a lie told by all authority
That I'm better than you, or you're better than me
I'll not grow old with a string on my head
I'll not be sold to the god of the dead
I'll not succumb to the skin that's been torn
I'll not lie bleeding, face down in the corn
One day you'll see that they all had you fooled
Killing your true self to conform to cool
Fumbling to find the false keys to the soul
Fumbling to reach unnecessary goals

Written by:
Henry Kennedy

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