The Field of Brown

My head will drown My face will frown My head will drown In a field of brown The people run The normal shun The people run From everyone Love has vanished Trust is banished Love has vanished Amongst the famished Sadness spreads Shame rethreads Sadness spreads Through all the heads Advice is taken All are shaken Advice is taken To reawaken Now they see Now they see What it is to be Get used To getting used Or the abused Become confused Find yourself In private hell Then you’ll tell You never fell The starry sky Of the sorry night Will make you forget You forgot to fight Blizzards come Freeze the sum Of every bum To the point of numb Then we come down We come down In the field of brown The brown will sleep As the famished weep The brown will sleep With all of the sheep The snow will fall While the famished crawl The snow will fall Upon the call A second of peace A second release A second of peace That will never cease The famished are dead The field is bred Without a head Then we come down We come down From the field of brown