Farming in Japan
Funny thing about my land
You always think it’s yours
Until you endure

The screams of silence
And cold shoulders of the morning
You always think it’s yours
Until you endure

I was caught up in a dark place
With no way to get out
So I pick up the phone
Call Brother at his home

And he told me,
Brother told me
Yeah he told me

You gotta run
You gotta get far from here
If you don’t
You will surely die

A little on the inside
Surely you must try
If you want to survive