Lyrics

**Verse 1:**

In the fields, under skies where the truth's still pure,
You learn what’s real, not what they assure,
Hunting down facts like prey on the run,
In the wild, there’s no shade from the sun.
You stalk the woods with a hunger to know,
While the city folk think it's all just a show.
But out here, the senses come alive,
In the dirt and the blood, that’s where you thrive.

**Chorus:**

Hunting, gathering, growing your soul,
More real than the lies that the textbooks extol.
In the fields and the forests, the truth’s set free,
No course in a classroom can teach what you see.

**Verse 2:**

You gather wisdom like seeds in the hand,
Not from a lecture but from working the land.
The soil’s got a memory, roots run deep,
Lessons in growth that’ll never sleep.
In the sweat on your brow, you find what’s true,
Not in theories where the facts are few.
You plant, you harvest, you learn to survive,
In the cycle of life, that’s where you arrive.

**Chorus:**

Hunting, gathering, growing your soul,
More real than the lies that the textbooks extol.
In the fields and the forests, the truth’s set free,
No course in a classroom can teach what you see.

**Bridge:**

They preach their doctrines, they feed you lies,
But the earth and the wild never wear a disguise.
You know what’s real when you’re in the fray,
The hunt, the gather, the grow—they show the way.

**Outro:**

So step out of the lecture, into the wild,
Where the world’s raw lessons will make you a child
Again, in awe of the life you reclaim,
Through hunting, gathering, growing—no need for fame.
Objective reality, it’s there to find,
Not in the halls, but in the free mind.