The ground rips itself up and screams
And schemes a dream to the people.
The weeping is heard, and all of the birds
Have not said a word, due to feeble.
My abandoned mind's grown with creeper
And the tune of that music have long faded.
Aw man, how I long to flow just like a river
Instead of going along the notes that's braided.
I look above and see, looming over me
Is my downfall, the slope to scrutiny
Mate, I've grown to known this types of things
My dream is your reality, that's my reality.