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Grass Has a Big Ego
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Outlooks on Life & People We rob strangers
Taking away things that don’t matter
Just trying to make meaning
Of nothing
I hope they die of fire
When they do…
Will their ashes turn into dirt?
And will the dirt be thankful
Then to have death for minerals
Shine down God
Upon the lonely grass
So it sees beyond it’s own beauty
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Shut up and take away my pain child
Consult the doctor
I’ve got a tumor
My head’s about to explode
Small child save me please
I think I might hate
My feelings collide
Hard death
No, the sun’s so bright
Even with my eyes closed
I can still see how fake you are
And we can’t forget
Do you remember?
The time you said you loved me back
And this world was no more
As shameful as your tongue
You make your own eyes twinkle
And that’s just not right
You’re not sane
I am a queen
So I will damn you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wow… I think I hate you
