we were just two corns in a hot farm
sun on us, harsh ****, terrible harm
every men, waiting
for us get burned
better taste maybe
horrible fate
we went on a journey
such a long trip
riding on a donkey
of a Maize ****
one became Pop
and the other Oil
holy saint, whatever
give me your soul
world goes on pops and oils
old men who rule it and write laws
soon our bodies wont be enough
they will come for our souls