Child of Odd

Whats real For old times sake All these colors in my eyes Are they real or they fake Tell me I don't understand Lend your voice I'll lend you a hand Hold on to what we see Dance of serendipity Hold on but we can't see Soul seep get back to me Fear loss fears gained Of forces we can't see Once a lamb child of odd Stricken by this hand of god Consume you Live and be Smog and crumble rot the root Human sickness kills the trees Childs eyes tell everything Whats real for old times sake I've asked questions Once or twice I sit and I ponder Till my heart turns to ice The trees they talk to me When I'm all alone They say Come here poor boy We'll build you up a throne Fear loss fears gained Of forces we can't see Once a lamb child of odd Stricken by this hand of god Consume you Live and be Smog and crumble rot the root Human sickness kills the trees Childs eyes tell everything Whats real for old times sake