All I need is the ground beneath my feet, and the green that keeps me far away from your social clubs You can keep any guilt you have for me, in your closet next to all the shit you pretend to love
Count all your beautiful things You've collected it all Cause you're scared of the come down, let go
And I don't care about, spinning round with my head all up in the clouds Blind and confused So call off the dogs, I'm long gone and you're never gonna see me again I'm on the move
All I know is the government has thrown, up a wall between perception and what is real today Still you go, on believing what you're told When you're buying up their poison don't even hesitate
Wake up and see now Your beautiful things Hold you down