Tonight we will hide in the cornfield To override our feelings and ordeals Pierce my skin with a misjudged steel rod Scare the horses that feed on the cornmeal We are beggars and high school students We can reason reasons to be stupid Fences our partners in leapfrog When they get close we cease to be muted Fake is our game as we don't move a muscle Toting chainsaws, baseball bats, and shovels Human ghosts running wild with our sheets off Halloween we'll be working for double Don't get near me or you will be frightened Index on lips if I need to be sighted We are spit at, screamed at, and beat on Life as an X Silant
