S.p.s.

The fields have no shame See with eyes that cannot see Know the difference just the same And this I know Feel the fear of being crushed When the sky falls on our heads All the truth is being hushed And this I know Love whole love... I want to hear an answer When you find out everything you've lived is a lie Knocked the bullet on the head Cut myself don't mind the pain Feel the colour stain me red And this I know Love whole love...