Everything seems obvious From here about the earth seems soft Seems the people get along Seems for once we do belong (Ah, but a closer look reveals the earth is sticky with our greed) Try to hold the fuck on Stick our fingers in like seed Coming from a cynic, This sound's like the same old song At least I don't just sit there, At least I don't just nod
Everything's not shitty
No
Something's aren't so bad. Tell me Mr. positive, Why am I so bored? Why am I so sad?
Everything's (not shitty). The plants, the birds might disagree They sing a tune quite ominous, There must be something wrong with us (Our fingers in the ground, our bodies stick straight up like plants.) Our sticky side now showing Soon we'll be covered in ants.
And with our skin exposed They'll chew us down to bone Like little six legged architects Building fancy homes And in hindsight, we Should have maybe prepared for this. Blame it all on he Who distracts us with shiny things.
So I say we look at this in a brand new light: For the time being at least we're alive.
(You have to pass to be reborn We were not not welcome anymore I got lost along the way We got lost along the way)
A metaphysical being on a hell of track Tried to shoot for the moon but got last and came back With a set of chipped teeth and a chip on his shoulder. Tried to get on with his life but his life it was over
(The plants met up for a drink and decided to fuck with this one)
So a broken spirited man with nowhere to go Tried to shoot himself dead but the bullet swung low Ripped pit all of his teeth and part of his tongue. Tried to do it again but couldn't pick up the gun
(The plants turned on the TV and had a laugh or 2 on him)
We all end up bone We all end up rot It's the travels that we take That make it it all worth while We all end up deep Deep under the dirt It's the things you will see That give life its worth