your youth is gone your life is over years of cheer reduced to this a crumbling mess on a september morn your blood flows by like a meandering stream bubbling gurgling brook like baking in the midday sun hard on the outside soft on the inside i saw you there sioux city bound in a cornfield i saw you there stinking
['alternative rock', 'experimental', 'experimental rock', 'grunge', 'industrial rock', 'noise rock', 'post-hardcore', 'post-punk', 'punk']