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?