The Harvest

(The weight of days on me...)
The corn is burning under my feet,
the words like circles,
and I'm waiting for someone to catch my fall,
in the deepest void of all.
(Haven't seen you in weeks,
no clouds in the sky,
to rain me a drop,
loving touch I need,
and I'm killing time by the lake
Diving of the cliff many times,
Scarring myself colliding on the lakebed so dry.)
(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.
Plant a flower of love,
care for it, water it
Lounge in the shades of a stale champagne,
Take a look at the flower so fatal yet beautiful,
showed the bee 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 sum of false virginities,
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 bad wine).
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.