Its a disease,... and theyre all green
It emminates from their being
Agitation,.. with occupation
And like weeds,.. with big leaves
Stealing light from whats beneath
Where they have more,...
Still they take more
Course I know,.. then I dont
Theres a stoway with my throat
Its deceiving
I dont believe him
We can scream,.. out our doors
Behind the wall a fat man snores
In his dreams hes,...
Choking on leaves
Well I guess
Theres 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?
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