I am the everything. the all-knowing. the omnipotent one
I watch the fields. I do not feel. I circumnavigate everyone
I am the scarecrow. alone and disconnected
You stare right past me undetected. I am only here when you expect it
Nowhere man. I live invisible and feel a sadness indescribable
I hang motionless holding a bible. No revival
I died and became apathy. then married vacancy
Then moved my children to the tundra of complacency
I do not exist in your world. I`ve burned the bridges. I have cut the life line
Now all I have left is my mind
Which judges all of you Analyzes your dumb philosophies
In wonderment of how you all have ruined your ecology
Yet you do not hear for I am to you only but nothingness
And I can`t understand why I`m the only one that feels like this
It`s all piss. I flee. Out of all the people that have left me
..............The one I miss most me

I am the scarecrow
I am so alone

And I`ve seen thirty years of down time
The face of a clown. a stick for a spine
From a grandiose small town mind
And crows fly all around mine
They shit on my shoulder I got no voice. no mobility
I get older. heated but colder
No yield in my field. and fuck my opinion
I stare at your houses in the distance
Silent persistence
at night your windows glisten
I got nothing to say cause no one would listen anyway
So I remain against the grain
I`ve seen sunny days with rain
Busted knuckles and pain
And never complained
Dirt is my domain.
my view is plain But I`m invisible
sounds mystical. not really.
the days are dry the evening chilly
The only one who understands is little Billy
when he`s lonely; Make me feel something
Make me worth a damn
Make me new again.
Make me a fuckin` man

I`ve seen the rise and fall
the high and low
the come and go
And if you knew what I know.
sometimes one does not reap what he sows
The wind blows.
the moon glows
the water flows
The rain turns to snow.
and the ground is froze
And only God knows why that`s the way it goes

I am the scarecrow and I am so alone