It's a disease and they're all green. It emanates from their being A satiation with occupation.
And like weeds with big leaves Stealing light from what's beneath Where they have more, Still they take more.
I know, then I don't There's a stowaway with my throat. It's deceiving, I don't believe him.
We can scream out our doors, Behind the wall a fat man snores In his dreams he's Choking Ti leaves.
Well, I guess There's nothing wrong with what you say, But don't sell me "There can't be better ways". Tell the captain: "This boats not safe and we're drowning". Turns out, He's the one making waves
I said There's nothing wrong with what you say. Believe me Just asking you to sway. No white or black, Just grey. Can you feel this World with your heart and not your brain?