My Head is a Maze

MY HEAD IS A MAZE
Get away to the corn maze, pushed over and trampled
Bugs rise as I walk, remember the boys who were lost and mangled

I know there’s something I should be sorry about
Today I don’t know what it is
My head is a maze I sometimes hide in
Children of the corn can be so persistent
Even with the crops withering

I get so thirsty, try to feed them
It’s never enough to keep them quiet
Mostly they are trapped up here,
Maybe they get out on the weekend
Joyride your town, spray-paint your cars

My head is a maze I sometimes hide in
Children of the corn can be so persistent
Even with the crops withering
I know there’s something I should be sorry about
Today I don’t know what it is

At night the greens turn dark, I can’t hide from the stars
Children of the maze will find me, take over my skin
Make me descend on the town, find some signs of life
There’s not enough I could drink for me to fit

My head is a maze I sometimes hide in
Children of the corn can be so persistent
Even with the crops withering
I know there’s something I should be sorry about
Today I don’t know what it is