I see barren white fields of bone
I see rivers run thick with blood
I hear flies swarming in the heavy air
Choking the last light of day from my lifeless eye
Aching joints on a predawn march
Frozen by wind and sweating from fear
Falling under a hail of spears and stones
And over my frame march a thousand who don't know my name
A summer with no
No flowers
I lay unmourned and un-looked for
Naked under uncaring sky
Hatching maggots from where my songs were sung
Leaving nothing worth words or melody
A summer with no
No flowers
I see barren white fields of bone
I see rivers run thick with blood
I hear flies swarming in the heavy air
Choking the last light of day from my lifeless eye
A summer with no
No flowers
I hear flies swarming in the heavy air
Choking
The last light of day from my lifeless eye
