All the Things I Hear-Lesley

It’s not rain falling,
These trees are being preserved to die.
I don’t get it;
I don’t want to face the danger,
With all the browned out,
Lullaby.

In My Ears-Lesley

 

In my ears

To swallow

Wish I could be a bird

 

Compelled to call out perpetually

And eat living things that crawl

 

Then I could rid the world of evil

But only law does that when it can

 

Circumstance is unavoidable

When you are a worm