I look out at the green
The protrusions crushed beneath my blue jeans
I begin to count the thread count
And I realise that I am now counting the ground
The blue becomes a green, Green Me
The blue becomes a green, Green Me
As I become objectified
I think of all the subjective eyes
How they're all a part of this slow wave
This ever-encroaching unstoppable gross phase
When dead they will see, Green Me
When dead they will see Green Me
How can we be artificial
When we were freed from her call?
Technology is natural
Like a tree that branches tall
Like a tree that branches tall
We are not artificial
We are not artificial
So as I start to fall
I see all the people in me crawl
They crawl into me a thousand fold
Millions, billions into my serene hold
They all become free, Green Me
They all become free, Green Me
And then the buildings start to sink
As spontaneous as sense into think
The church, the mosque the banks all unified
No billboard will escape the Green Tide
All one dream, Green Me
Life is but a dream, Green Me
How can we be artificial
When we were freed from her call?
Technology is natural
Like a tree that branches tall
Like a tree that branches tall
We are not artificial
We are not artificial
All one dream, Green Me
Life is but a dream, Green Me
Life is but a dream, Green Me