Everyones leaving earth
To search for a new place
They all roam
Cause this home
Is not the way we planned at birth

I guess the more you see
The less you will embrace
A normal life
With petty strife
Its all been done but not by me

Silky mishaped strangers
Skin of green
Black hole eyes
Where have you been
Show us the dangers
Of the scene
Wet with cries
Streaming to get clean