I've met that point in my life, want came to need

Burn these fields of corn that surround

My harvest gone at the price of maturity

But these remains I've left to rot

Will be resurrected again and again

By the next generation of children

Who wants to change minds

With the stain on hand

But, it's deeper than this

I'm not the only one who sees

It lies in diversity

Acceptance to a degree

Only to a degree

The fire that once occupied my eyes

Has spread to destroy this world, I have grown

You have nothing new to scream beyond your fields

And not a second of patience

To learn from me the same

This time I harvest the crops of my past

As far as the demigods are concerned

I've sold myself out just the same

I've burned bridges to feign brothers

Brothers of nothing more than a simple label

So now, I'm in control after all

For myself I prove, I still am

But within these fields

They'll say I never was