Paint
Greedy people don't do much with their mouths
They make silly little arrogant bullshit sounds
It's witty repartee and I will not be swayed
My garden is a citizen
The whole garden's been a citizen
For ten whole thousand years and I will not have fear
Brother would lay in the grass
Paint the sky his own colors til it all went black
Some days we are born ancient
Some days we are born anew
In infantile years I will not have fear
Brother would lay in the grass
Paint the sky his own colors til it all went black
There ain't no exit
Tell me how you feel
Autor(es): Deep State
