I think she's grateful there's people out there like me Curious, we are, about her
Wondering now we can help her And her friend, Mother Nature
Instead of covering the ground with cigarette ashes Dressed as innocent, pretty little flower girls
Choking the green lovely grass Acting as the reaper Demanding a death wish on her friend already
Blaming it on stress Until we see salt and pepper fields
Instead of being the norm, she's grateful That we don't throw our useless junk into the sea Drowning all the life there is
Smothering life and having busy schedules Having schedules too full To forget about life No free time with our own sweet little families Schedules asking too much of To cast life off to the side To only worry about ourselves We only worry about what society thinks of us
And soon, we'll all be robots Choking the life out of life And all life will be gone If not gone already