I try to listen to my feet now,
Hear the crunch before it begins,
The lime green of the leaves,
Sings on as my hair thins

Will someone come to save us,
Has the extractor lost its legs
I woke up in this hell hole,
And everyone had lost their heads,

And I just wish that the sun,
Would evaporate all I've won,
It all ascends invisibly,
Like life before a gun