Why do you do what they ask of you?
And no reply for he who speaks his piece of mind,
And the turns of murk, the shadows of your senseless worth unearth the work of these dream sheets, While no man bleeds to feed his needs, with censored eyes shut.
What a waste of time, time alone creates every thought it owns.

And these diseased trees, the freaks, but please don't mind, ohh plastic seeds won't grow. You, you you you should know.

And they only know to go with the flow of life, why can't we all just let it go?
For a night, they think will this fight end?
Soon the moon will rise the tide that you disguise behind your eyes.

And no you don't, don't slip into this clock that clicks, ticks.
Your blood they feed, it's what they need to stay alive and to live; one time one speed.
Keep clean, don't don't be obscene.
(no idea what is said here...)
Behind your mind the time slowly climbs, one fly, oh shore, the boat, oh floating through
Discovered how deep the time you knew
And you and me will do exactly everything they told us to.
I'd really like to give us a choice to choose.
And greet and feed on what you need is what you want still hungry cause we gave em green sheets for the plastic seeds, shouldn't you know don't grow? And I'm telling you, telling you so....

And they only know to go with the flow of life, why can't we all just let it go?
For a night, they think will this fight end?
Soon the moon will rise the tide you disguise behind your eyes.