If you see me walk out
Into the corn fields at night
Alone with my arms out
Then just shoot me
With your words and
With your judgements
I’ll stand, I’ll stand
Trampled but still alive
So cut me again and again
Until the blood dries
Until the wounds heal
And skin is reset
Like fresh snow
If blood does not flow
It will not grow
If river does not stream
It will not be fresh
If men do not die
They will not rise again.
