Fields of Stone

I came here today to dispute the way
that all my so-called fears are being treated
I’ve taken the time, tried to redefine
and seen the same old signs being repeated
Sucking out the lifeblood from my already dry veins
Is this for real or just T.V.?
Let me know ‘cause I ain’t entertained
I can be a pundit, I’ve done this shit once or thrice
I’ve seen them with their hands out
and their planned out diatribes
Pick me up, though I wasn’t low; make me feel so strange
All your theories prey upon my catatonic state
Where is the substance of this abuse
Under the surface is nothing new
No sense of purpose to this
Come take your throne, chameleon
You’ll transform
Someday you’ll walk with them
through fields of stone
I leave here today with the strength to say
That all my suspicions were correct
Wasting your time trying to walk the line
only leaves you with feelings of neglect
Now just like a credit card, her shiny plastic wears away
Where is the substance of this abuse
Under the surface is nothing new
No sense of purpose to this
Come take your throne, chameleon
You’ll transform
Someday you’ll walk with me
through fields of stone