It's a disease,... and they're all green 
It emminates from their being 
Agitation,.. with occupation 
 
And like weeds,.. with big leaves 
Stealing light from what's beneath 
Where they have more,... 
Still they take more 
 
Course I know,.. then I don't 
There's a stoway with my throat 
It's deceiving 
I don't believe him 
 
We can scream,.. out our doors 
Behind the wall a fat man snores 
In his dreams he's,... 
Choking on leaves 
 
Well I guess 
There's nothing wrong with what you say 
Believe me 
Just asking you to sway 
No white 
Or black 
Just grey 
Can you feel this,.. 
World with your heart and not your brain?