Lying in the tall grass
Sunspots in my eyes
Fear moves all around
I don't recall how I was born
But now I cannot leave
Fear grew all around
Well can I wake up from madness?
Then give me a reason
I don't know how to stop this
The burning of the season
Swarm of locusts coming near
But I refuse to run
Feasting, coming around
All my friends turn away
As I melt into the meek[?]
A sad and lonely soul
Can I wake up from madness?
Well give me a reason
I cannot stop this
Its the burning of the season
[Instrumental break]
The burning of the season
A truth in treason
How could we live without
Burning of the season
A truth in treason
How could we live without them?
Oh
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