Piece of paper in the tree
Its irony has me see
Green
Swimming in an oily sea
Durability has me go
Deep
When is it enough
When we gonna stop
The edges are too rough
The walls are coming up
What are you gonna do?
When they all come for you
Drifting in empty space
Isn't it all a waste
Animals in cages
Staring for ages at nothing
World of money and greed
Who do we feed
Money has me like