The cops in this city are making a problem.
Embellishing this pulse,
And losing their conscience.
Oh Oh, Oh Oh
Run through the fields,
Burn through the fields,
Blaze through the fields,
And feel all the words you can steal.
Comforting closets and mirrors beside them
Are converting the choir to worship my poison.
Hey Hey, Hey Hey
Run through the fields,
Burn through the fields,
Blaze through the fields,
And steal all the words you can feel.
Dissecting intangibles and pink plastic capsules;
You'd never know how far he'd go until he's gone.
Taking that razor to sharpen your teeth and...
Five fingers, goddamn!
Fo