Tiny Y Son Rifle The Rainforest
don’t rifle my forest years of redemption
bury the matrix of nature’s anatomy
haze chaos foreign circumstances
safe a native of a world like this
so just pick up the ashes from the ground
a million insincerities unless we’ll be found
we’re dying in earth-holes afraid of the end
we’ll never loose patience until lullabies end
lights out lights out when will it end
suffer! a sudden contempt to suffer
reject employment
as a raving constrained mercenary
are we really superior to the ones we despise
we’re not
we’re not more than a f..ck
to the ass of the world
they stand alone we’re not supreme individuals
they stand alone
