The world has it’s disillusions, and you can’t trust because not
All the world’s a stage, but I’m no actor. I can’t play a role,
Mother Mary came to me in a dream, and told me I should get saved. I firmly told her I never would, that I had decided to live my
Look with your hands, at the things you dream. Don’t wake up, or
I’m a disabled mush room, who is mentally handicap, and can’t think
Look around you. What do you see? I see apples, and forests of green.
Happiness grows on trees, and the sky bleeds water. We flood the streets, as we kiss the yellow sun. Let’s run in cans,
Mr. Wood is no good for this world, so he’ll write a goodbye
Would you still love me, if I went crazy and lost my
I look at you, and I feel fine. You are the face
A glass is empty, sitting on the kitchen counter, or it’s broken all
I’m a piece of wind, and so I cuddle with
A man sitting on a hill, gazing up at the stars, questioning if
I killed the angel who kissed me, and I must confess
Together, we make the world go 'round. Together, we can break the