Planted in spring, 
Golden kernels sown, 
Roots anchored deep in the earth, 
Blossoms unfurl, 
The fields stretch wide, 
Full of divinity and splendor, 

Through long days and steady focus, 
Obstacles met, paths cleared ahead, 
The work now bears fruit, 

Autumn brings the harvest, 
A bounty gathered with care, 
Golden stalks bend low, 
Swaying in a quiet rhythm, 
Leaves rustle in the wind, 
The sky fills with fading light, 

We gather in fields of gold,
Nature’s work is fulfilled,
A cycle now complete.

its not like i didnt try
i killed myself everytime, suicide
still alone with i, pedal pedal my bike
i continue the cycle, self sacrifice
its not like i didnt try

i signal the change
i witness the seasons
the transition of the leaves
the disappearance of oasis
i signal the change
i witness the reasons
the outline of your treason
the disappearance of peace
i know too much
Yeah