A scarecrow there upon the cross procedes to yell out murder.
Stakes shoved between his finger tips to keep him griping ever further.
He's never known the land beyond this crop of ancient trees.
But he looks upon the moon at night to wish for things to cease.
A scarlet gash above his cheek gives darker shade to all he sees.
His own vision an emetic that lets him know he's never free.
His cries are never heard, his anguish lasting ever more.
Left alone with haunting visions, Praying for the razor's final score.
He was left to suffer beyond the eyes,
beneath the voices of cheerful cries.
Behind the future of azure skies,
Left ever waiting for his own demise.
Stakes shoved between his finger tips to keep him griping ever further.
He's never known the land beyond this crop of ancient trees.
But he looks upon the moon at night to wish for things to cease.
A scarlet gash above his cheek gives darker shade to all he sees.
His own vision an emetic that lets him know he's never free.
His cries are never heard, his anguish lasting ever more.
Left alone with haunting visions, Praying for the razor's final score.
He was left to suffer beyond the eyes,
beneath the voices of cheerful cries.
Behind the future of azure skies,
Left ever waiting for his own demise.