Field of Lost Souls

The field of lost souls By Kevin Robey May 30, 2014 You can't assist my suicide You cannot teach these wings to fly But I still see you trying hard Been here before; your hands are scarred I'm leaning in so you can see You're eyes ain't what they used to be Looked in my soul; burned out your retinas But now you know everything I never was This twisted fate I cannot fight I am the hollow parasite Don't know how it came to this I bled you dry with every kiss Midwestern plains seclude me now Fate leads me, don't ask me how Exile for souls with seeds of doubt We plant them where our dreams will sprout [listening to "When I'm Small" by Phantogram]