The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year, But sporadically the circles appear Baffling all through the history of no-man Since fuckin with the mystery of Stone Hinge Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers, mindblowers Nobody knows what for sure But he knows when I walk in the vicinity But I can read ‘em and I believe that I need ‘em I’m runnin’ through a wheat field chasin’ a ghost that loves circles Use it for portals and time holes, and dance backwards and chant with the cult people At the crop circle, I come to know people Under moon rays, lightin’ up my new ways The new lays, they mow ‘em down in two days A hundred days from now, we’ll pay for that mishap With another hurricane bitch slap
[CHORUS] The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin’, circle somethin’) The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin’, circle somethin’) Something slowly emerges for me…(Circle somethin’, circle somethin’) The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin’, circle somethin’)
This ball of mud that we live on is alive If you try to wipe it’s mouth it’s gonna wipe us out I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night Try to get my life right, pray for bright light Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out and dance, catch you a glimpse They’re like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion, Intricately placed with secrets of white magic I’m runnin’ through the moon lit fields, Followin’ a little orb light hopin’ it might reveal any secret It’s dancin’ and I can’t catch up, and I almost ran headfirst into a truck No compass’ll work and I’m lookin’ for answers While the sands of my hourglass fall up backwards Have I lost you? Cause I’ve lost me too But if your hiding in the crops I will come find you
[CHORUSx1]
Forty thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near spoken In England, the face of a dead woman shown etched out a wheat field, uniquely woven Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius predicting the orbital patterns of Venus And the grass behind your grandpa’s wood barn, Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by the shadows of dark Batteries drained of they power in seconds I’m layin in the crop circle countin my blessins It might hurt though, headaches and nausea will creep in And your nose will bleed when ya sleep in Don’t go near there, don’t dare – beware Unless your like us, and don’t care
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Copy to Clipboard: The sun rises and sets on time every day of the year, But sporadically the circles appear Baffling all through the history of no-man Since fuckin with the mystery of Stone Hinge Aliens, cults, witches with lawnmowers, mindblowers Nobody knows what for sure But he knows when I walk in the vicinity But I can read ‘em and I believe that I need ‘em I’m runnin’ through a wheat field chasin’ a ghost that loves circles Use it for portals and time holes, and dance backwards and chant with the cult people At the crop circle, I come to know people Under moon rays, lightin’ up my new ways The new lays, they mow ‘em down in two days A hundred days from now, we’ll pay for that mishap With another hurricane bitch slap
[CHORUS] The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin’, circle somethin’) The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin’, circle somethin’) Something slowly emerges for me…(Circle somethin’, circle somethin’) The crop circles are talking to me…(Circle somethin’, circle somethin’)
This ball of mud that we live on is alive If you try to wipe it’s mouth it’s gonna wipe us out I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night Try to get my life right, pray for bright light Set flames to the wheat rows during an eclipse And the spirits will come out and dance, catch you a glimpse They’re like artists connecting the stars in rare fashion, Intricately placed with secrets of white magic I’m runnin’ through the moon lit fields, Followin’ a little orb light hopin’ it might reveal any secret It’s dancin’ and I can’t catch up, and I almost ran headfirst into a truck No compass’ll work and I’m lookin’ for answers While the sands of my hourglass fall up backwards Have I lost you? Cause I’ve lost me too But if your hiding in the crops I will come find you
[CHORUSx1]
Forty thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near spoken In England, the face of a dead woman shown etched out a wheat field, uniquely woven Hieroglyphics, mathematical genius predicting the orbital patterns of Venus And the grass behind your grandpa’s wood barn, Complex designs dropped seconds before dawn Dead birds, scattered throughout the patterns of art No explanation left by the shadows of dark Batteries drained of they power in seconds I’m layin in the crop circle countin my blessins It might hurt though, headaches and nausea will creep in And your nose will bleed when ya sleep in Don’t go near there, don’t dare – beware Unless your like us, and don’t care
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