,, a friend named Brad I heard his voice he's dead we can't leave him here choose your friends wisely put them to the test choose only the faithful choose only the best there by the water I heard him say we can't leave in here let's take him away

I heard them crying heard the slaps on my face wake up wake up wake up the slaps embraced the next sound I heard I was there in the field buried in Stillness it seems so unreal sell to shake on my hand on my chest my hand lifted and dropped then he reached in my pocket and this is only God

There's a Twist once again a twisted Hindi Twisted boy in the field of the family he pulled out his hand full of Reds and a rig he hit he hit then he tried to hit me I don't know why some crazy fool wouldn't got his car drove straight into a tree dead as a doorknob dead or was he

When I awoke in the field Middle East Tennessee so choose your friends wisely mine had left me there carried me wet without a care drop me dead just walked away later that night someone would pay