Well I've worked the fields
Where my friends were made for years
And I've come to hate them
Every one
With their roots made clear to me
I can finally see
They are disgusting to me
Well I've worked the fields
Where my friends were made for years
And I've come to hate them
Every one
With their roots made clear to me
I can finally see
They are disgusting and I hold nothing but hatred
For them
The seed that was planted has grown
Developed
A change of heart
Excited yet calmly complacent
Drowning in your fabricated lakes
The seed that was planted has grown into something I cannot control
It's got me by the throat
And it won't let me breathe
And my head's still held down
By the weight of my thoughts
An endless nightmare
Where my conscience still rots
Well I've worked the fields
Where my friends were made for years
And I've come to hate them
Every one
With their roots made clear to me
I can finally see
They are disgusting and I hold nothing but hatred
No
This is the end of an era
This is the end of an era
This is the end of an era now
This is the end of your era