The Harvest

The corn is burning under my feet,
the words like circles,
and I'm waiting for someone to catch my fall,
{in the deepest __ hole}.

{Haven't seen you in this,
the blood is in the sky,
you ready your crop,
now you touch my knee,
and I'm feeling down by the lake
Dining off to please many times
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Scarring myself colliding on the late bits of pride.}

{The world's without virginity},
and souls of no integrity,
{the word of brave, old danger, love},
it's all I'm after.
I am done.

The ground's not shaking under my feet,
the world's not turning anymore,
wheat is a thief, lonely enemy,
and he does not want me in here.

{I guess just now we're allowed}

I care for it, put that we lounge in the shade of the stale champagne.
Take a look at the flower,
so fatal, yet beautiful,
so, tell me where to fly and then let it die.

The world's without virginity,
and souls of no integrity,
{the word of brave, old danger, love},
it's all I'm after.
I am done.

Bring me to recovery,
{Give in to thee} I'm after tranquility
I somehow lost my line of sight,
before I cast the final die.
Once planted, plastic {breaks*} the harvest of a lifetime {real back growing}
{*or something related to destruction}

{Solo}

The summer, false virginity,
and my lost integrity,
{the word of brave, old danger, love}
for you I'm after all,
I am done.

The work with opportunity,
a soul with no integrity,
{the word of brave, old danger, love},
bring me to recovery.

{Give in to thee} I'm after tranquility
I somehow lost my line of sight,
before I cast the final die.
Once planted, plastic {breaks} the harvest of a lifetime {real back growing}.

The ground is shaking under my feet,
the world is turning,
and the {wind} has a {break/wreak} in misery {misery},
but I know she only loves me.