Coach

I want you to dig a hole with meIn the wide open fields of gloryHide and seek must be playedBefore the rising morningTeach me how to sing a songTo wake me up from my long sleepNever-ending ever longShovel digging ground so deepCrawling on the fields of goldVictory is on my sightUniverse, this place of a messHave set my thoughts in orderDeadly smell comes from this holeBlurring the mind with it's poisonHumming the tune what i choseTo howl at the moonLucky to have consciousnessWhat else can be of any importanceCrawling on the fields of goldVictory is on my sightTaking all you can beholdTrained to find the wrong from rightTrained to fall asleep...Hard to swallowEmpty hollowDeadly smell ofGentle hellDistorting heartPumping tarBarking at theDogstarI saw my friendsTheir in my headFever risingEyes are redGlowing arms withGlowing veinsBloody hands areSet to prayWho's hand holds you from fallingWho keeps you alive til the morningCrawling on the fields of gloryRide through your mind to search forCrawling on the fields of goldThose rusty blades what cuts youdown.Crawling on the fields I toldVictory is on my sightTaking all you can beholdTrained to find the wrong from rightTrained to fall asleep...