I wonder how I got here 
My feet are bare so sore 
I must have walked for ages 
I wish I'd know what for 

Children with black eyes 
Can't see through my disguise 
I don't belong here 
I don't know where I'm from 

Since I remember nothing 
I just keep marching on 

My last word will be my first one 
new desire born 
I feel my sadness growing 
No more children of the corn 

No absolution, no respect 
I still remember, I can't forget 
My deepest secrets unentdeckt 
Can you take me home 
Never hold remaining secrets 
Please let go what wants to go 

Is this a tragedy or blessing in disguise? 
Is this the end of days 
And no one saw the signs?