The Field of Brown

My head will drown

My face will frown

My head will drown

In a field of brown

The people run

The normal shun

The people run

From everyone

Love has vanished

Trust is banished

Love has vanished

Amongst the famished

Sadness spreads

Shame rethreads

Sadness spreads

Through all the heads

Advice is taken

All are shaken

Advice is taken

To reawaken

Now they see

Now they see

What it is to be

Get used

To getting used

Or the abused

 Become confused

Find yourself

In private hell

Then you’ll tell

You never fell

The starry sky

Of the sorry night

Will make you forget

You forgot to fight

Blizzards come

Freeze the sum

Of every bum

To the point of numb

Then we come down

We come down

In the field of brown

The brown will sleep

As the famished weep

The brown will sleep

With all of the sheep

The snow will fall

While the famished crawl

The snow will fall

Upon the call

A second of peace

A second release

A second of peace

That will never cease

The famished are dead

The field is bred

Without a head

Then we come down

We come down

From the field of brown