Field of Dreams - Swollen Members

Madchild

Unfortunately, the tortured scorch is dim

Approach the cave with caution or get skinned alive within

Fear the final day and pray that I survive from sin

Stand down, airstrike approved at war with one

Try to pull my self together but I trip and come undone, then fall apart at the

seams

This all started from dreams

I’m not as smart as it seems

Love to be lonely

Dancing on the desolate plains, the one and only

Madchild, marching with partially harsh

Especially fresh, nestled in this vessel of flesh

Insane, strain my muscles as I wrestle with death

With each breath, I strongly suggest

Anger clouding the issue

This is a vicious version of a victory

Certain patterns emerging, urging you to dig a little deeper.

Trust us

Crave the creative while detest and grave injustice

Prevail

I’m in the Field of Dreams spitting out spores

Summoning the locusts, tunnelling through floors

Running the length of a war with the framework of a carpenter

The Monarch’s dog monitor, tainted with the taste of the grace of an amateur

Even saviours fall victim to the hand painted massacre

I stay to the waistband of my sonar-triggered ambassador

My hoping to open the gates, and unleash the ravenous scavenger of fate

With ravens heavier than the strength of an ape

Using live sinuous bait

I remember it now

Using my hunting knife to chop the worm inside of the cow

Eating the bowels, using the hides

A hideout amongst the owls

The time is now

Follow your sense, not your smell

The injured ones have fell

Sincerely signed

Prevail