My hands are cold,
They're shaking, so violently,
This land is old,
We're breaking it real quietly,
So I asked, "what is the reason?",
Ah, ****, they're calling this treason.

Then
Luscious and green
Pine, oak, maple, and more
The best ever seen
Lilacs, sunflowers, and daisies galore

Beautiful


Now
Pollute, Pollute and Pollute some more
Baby turtles dying
Because of man-made stores
Consumers still buying

Corrupt

I don't go back because I want to relive it,
I go back because I want to pollute, dilute, and make minute the memory of us in this place.

I pretend I am in my mother’s womb
As I curl up into a ball under the covers
But it is a scary thought
Being born again
Fresh
And untainted
As if the moment I step outside the air will pollute me
And I’d have to live it all again