Scorched Plains

You put me in a box,
And throw me away.
But it doesn't have to be like this,
How comes the sudden Change.
Feed Me like a god ,
Then offer me scorched plains.
A few sweet months of harvest,
Then Many more of plague.

I fucking hate you,
I want you to Die.
You know I love you really,
No, I want you to die.

Crushed By your love,
Kicked to the side.
You absent ignorance,
Drained my pride.
To be Alone is freedom,
Yet in solitude I'm caged.
Inseparable Past,
Where memories Never fade.

I fucking hate you,
I want you to Die.
You know I love you really,
No, I want you to die.
I fucking hate you,
I want you to Die.
You know I love you really,
No, I want you to die.

Offer Me scorched Plains,
A few sweet months of harvest,
Then Many more of plague.

All Lyrics Rowlands/A.Robertson Copyright 2002