no snake

In the era of good fortune We were burying our souls Piling on a dirt of lies We bought or we were sold We all thought we were famous So we traded in our dreams We only saw the skin of things Shackled to our screens Then the desert started growing And the ocean got so deep But those souls that we had buried They turned out to be seeds And those seeds they kept on growing As human as can be We got a second shot At eden No snake in the tree