Lyrics

I run through open fields,
Of fiery coals burning holes in souls.
The open wound you can feel.
Try as you might but cannot heal.
My empty stomach wails for more.
It bears the feat, it needs to eat.
Take down my word on record, from reel to reel.
After all cold hearts need warm meals.
I pass the daisies, all in half bloom.
The sky is no more an endless boom.
I need fresh air, I need the room.
As I top the mountain to touch the sky,
I only learn there is no down side.
In the distance I hear taunts of lust.
On the horizon I can see visions of gold from rust.
Finally I see the sun, yet only the crust,
But I came too late,
For it is forever dusk.