fields are oblivious

you'd never seen him around here
still i hear you denying
in his eyes you'd seen some death

he's the one that makes you cry
makes us whimper, makes me sigh
i been told he just came here for us

he was born out there
came down the 247th way
just to sharpen his scythe on our necks

the fields are oblivious of us
as they sway from the right to the left
we don't even see our blood on the leaves
we just thought it was delivering rain.

(c) clark nova 2002