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Fields Of Sorrow
by Etherstone
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It's early morning, it's 4 AM
I got to feed the horses, got to feed the hens
Sun isn't out yet, I'm plowing my sorrow fields again
I've got no neighbors
For miles around
My only landscape is this barren ground
I got nowhere to go to, this hellhole is where I am bound
Working hard or hardly working
Not a single day goes by
When I don't ask myself that Goddamn question
We plow our sorrow fields until we die
Another morning, it's all the same
I'm getting tired of this pointless game
So sick and tired of fitting my life inside this frame
Working hard or hardly working
Not a single day goes by
When I don't ask myself that Goddamn question
We plow our sorrow fields until we die
Robbed of your voice
The truth concealed
Your only choice
To plow the fields
It's early morning, it's 4 AM
I got to feed the horses, got to feed the hens
Sun isn't out yet, I'm plowing my sorrow fields again
I've got no neighbors
For miles around
My only landscape is this barren ground
I got nowhere to go to, this hellhole is where I am bound
Working hard or hardly working
Not a single day goes by
When I don't ask myself that Goddamn question
We plow our sorrow fields until we die
Another morning, it's all the same
I'm getting tired of this pointless game
So sick and tired of fitting my life inside this frame
Working hard or hardly working
Not a single day goes by
When I don't ask myself that Goddamn question
We plow our sorrow fields until we die
Robbed of your voice
The truth concealed
Your only choice
To plow the fields
