I've met that point in my life, want came to need   Burn these fields of corn that surround   My harvest gone at the price of maturity      But these remains I've left to rot   Will be resurrected again and again   By the next generation of children   Who wants to change minds   With the stain on hand      But, it's deeper than this   I'm not the only one who sees   It lies in diversity   Acceptance to a degree   Only to a degree      The fire that once occupied my eyes   Has spread to destroy this world, I have grown   You have nothing new to scream beyond your fields   And not a second of patience   To learn from me the same      This time I harvest the crops of my past   As far as the demigods are concerned   I've sold myself out just the same      I've burned bridges to feign brothers   Brothers of nothing more than a simple label   So now, I'm in control after all   For myself I prove, I still am   But within these fields   They'll say I never was