(0393) fields of corn

starting now, we avow to to kill every single doubt.
there is too much to lose.
today, everything is changed.

once again, they've held us in and sold off all our sins.
they're not holy. they're nothing.
parasitic and growing green.

understand all you can until you fall back asleep.
same old story and boring so i choke on wasted air.

faked your death for the press, but no one was impressed.
you cost more than you're worth.
guess it's just the way you dress.

in the storm, we kept each other warm when the ice began to form.
now, we're just staying afloat with no coats.
no more driving through fields of corn.

say hello and goodbye. we're too scared to say anything else.
no replies and not surprised so we drank to pass the time.