Taking in the view There’s something wrong A sense it’s all askew is growing strong How do you construe where you belong when the gaming of the few is a singalong
You’ll have to Bury you roots In order to grow If you wish to learn You’ll have to question Everything you think you know
How would you define who you are? Do you think it’s by your design, this memoir? Can you still decline insofar that the sieve plotline has left a scar
You’ll have to Bury your roots Or you will never know The freedom that you yearn for Or how It’s all just there for show
You’ll have to Bury you roots In order to grow If you wish to learn You’ll have to question Everything you think you know
Bury your roots Or you will never know The freedom that you yearn for Or how It’s all just there for show