Glass potion bottle,
Are you filled with confidence?
I kind of need it with the state,
That the world is in.

The world's gone dead,
Yet appears to be thriving on it's own terms,
Clear waters and growing green leaves,
Once we are gone- the earth reclaims it's home.

Nervous cause now,
I can't move from this house,
Hard to call it home when it's got your guts in knots,
The fire's in my room, it's too bright.

The world's gone dead,
Yet appears to be thriving on it's own terms,
Clear waters and growing green leaves,
Once we are gone- the earth reclaims it's home.