| I’ve met that point in my life
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| Want came to need
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| Burn these fields of corn, that surround
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| My harvest gone at the price of maturity
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| But these remains I’ve left to rot will be resurrected again and again
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| By the next generation of children who want to change minds with the stain on hand
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| But, it’s deeper than this, I’m not the only one who sees
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| It lies in diversity; |
| acceptance to a degree, only to a degree
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| The fire that once occupied my eyes has spread to destroy this world I have
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| grown
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| You have nothing new to scream beyond your fields
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| And not a second of patience to learn from me the same
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| This time I harvest the crops of my past
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| As far as the demigods are concerned
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| I’ve sold myself out just the same
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| I’ve burned bridges to feign brothers
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| Brothers of nothing more than a simple label
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| So now, I’m in control after all, for myself I prove I still am But within these fields, they’ll say I never was |