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]
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