These roses are dead
I guess we are too
Turns out I'm just meat
Therefore so are you

Daylight is devoured
As birds catch the last flight out
Endless sun chasers

Water lilies laugh
As frogs tickle their faces
Innocence at play

We don't look up anymore
The stars are still there, but we find them a bore
They don't make any noise
They certainly aren't toys
Stars may as well be folklore

We don't stop to hear the birds
Each day they write symphonies
that go largely unheard
We'd rather listen to TV
than birds in a bay tree
Which to me is completely absurd

We take the sun for granted
Each day she paints masterpieces, but we're not enchanted
We're either begging her to stay
or wishing she'd just go away
Well, one day we'll get all we demanded
When we demolish this jewel we were handed