I've been lied to again From the head of the fields Through the lanes to my knees And I will wait until they pull down the sun I'm stretching blood, I'm breathing again They got up and left They're finished with me I'm numbered again I don't even care I'll wear it on a leather side I'm smiling again because it never grows thin Lifting my skin, they're cutting if whole Just look fiavonti my son I think it's time to tell Lying with the wet moon swing is old They said someone has been killed But it's just one of them... so who even cares.