Ebonivory - King of the Thistle Field download song

Lyrics

I am the king of this field
And you are the pricks in my shoes
You will suffer at my hands after school
I’m not waiting for anything
And growing up is just a story to pass the time
And so now I’ll try to reason
I know it’s all still here, but I’m gone
Now we’re waiting for life to begin
But growing up is just the story of how we die
Drowning in a mourning sun
I only wanted to know
If I could be more than someone
Running through a sea of smoke
I never walked here after dark
But still I couldn’t see
The thistles or the trees
Just a world inside of me
Far beyond the surface
Oh you’ll see, oh you’ll see
Oh you’ll see
Oh you’ll see, oh you’ll see
That we’re waiting for life to begin
But growing up is just the story of how we die
Drowning in a mourning sun
I only wanted to know
If I could be more than someone
Running through a sea of smoke