i've done too many bad things
i'm going to the desert and i beg 
you to forgive me 
forgive me 
it's not that easy 
out here in the fields 
there is our home 
out here in the fields 
where we are born 
we will all die in a line of corpses 
line of corpses 
line of corpses 
what are you doing here 
i want you to forgive me 
i've done too many bad things 
i'm going to the desert and i beg 
you to forgive me 
before i go 
forgive me 
out in the fields 
where we are born 
will you see the morning to come 
where we are born 
maybe you will see the morning to come 
hate me blind me it's all my fault 
but not god's