Prey above, overhead.
Feel it's so much harder over here.
Though our minds my fray,
In fiction we're all sane.
Scattered thoughts of contradiction,
Who's to blame?
In the fields walking sideways,
Where I used to play.
Fall in line, to defend,
All the pride you've taken to the end.
Trading lost salvation cease and heal us all.
Fading names throughout one nation hear us call
In the fields walking sideways,
Where I used to play.
All the memories,
Where I still feel loved,
That life seems unreal to me.