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?