I wonder how I got here My feet are bare so sore I must have walked for ages I wish I'd know what for Children with black eyes Can't see through my disguise I don't belong here I don't know where I'm from Since I remember nothing I just keep marching on My last word will be my first one A new desire born I feel my sadness growing No more children of the corn No absolution, no respect I still remember, I can't forget My deepest secrets unentdeckt Can you take me home Never hold remaining secrets Please let go what wants to go Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise? Is this the end of days And no one saw the signs?
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