"Were surrounded just drop the gun"
the fields have been cut off with stars
and black windmills the ticking clock spins out of control
erosion claims the momuments wires rust sets the ghost with such

These bloody words, come off of my freshly beaten lips. I close my eyes and try to picture you like this. Watch as all my suffering drains into your beautiful eyes. I must admitt, I never wanted it like this. But it was your fault that you broke me inside.