Mongols Pasture - Field Medic

The schools should teach the children how to lie

And the pretty girls to freeze their skin and turn off the lights

The world’s been trying to eat me alive

But my head’s too big and I break its teeth

Every time it takes a bite

There’s a bit of Antietam inside my mind

Where my comrades fell to the enemy

And I am looking at their bodies in black and white

I’m still alive

Though far from alright

I skulked from the fight

Dangling prey before me

How could I walk away?

Why would I stay, butterfly my veins?

Woah, if you know an easy way to sustain

Do you know an easy way?

If you are an honest man

Be sure you always wear your helmet

If you are a liar be prepared for happiness and fulfillment

I think so

There’s a screaming secessionist betwixt my ears

That begs me to exploit my assets

And feed the static shit wrapped in plastic

They wanna hear

It’s quite severe

They’d like me to be a mirror

Keep them calm while they’re

Getting sheared

Dangling prey before me

How could I walk away?

Why would I stay, butterfly my veins?

Woah, if you know an easy way to sustain

Do you know an easy way?

The Mongols pasture

Will feed you until you’re fat enough

To fit their coats and write them notes resigning

Your free will in their handwriting

And you must declare it’s only fair

That your sons and daughters will have to bear

The weight of their absent father

With TV screens and bottled water

So economics can prosper

And you can buy all the happiness

The land of the free has to offer