Green Me

I look out at the green The protrusions crushed beneath my blue jeans I begin to count the thread count And I realise that I am now counting the ground The blue becomes a green, Green Me The blue becomes a green, Green Me As I become objectified I think of all the subjective eyes How they're all a part of this slow wave This ever-encroaching unstoppable gross phase When dead they will see, Green Me When dead they will see Green Me How can we be artificial When we were freed from her call? Technology is natural Like a tree that branches tall Like a tree that branches tall We are not artificial We are not artificial So as I start to fall I see all the people in me crawl They crawl into me a thousand fold Millions, billions into my serene hold They all become free, Green Me They all become free, Green Me And then the buildings start to sink As spontaneous as sense into think The church, the mosque the banks all unified No billboard will escape the Green Tide All one dream, Green Me Life is but a dream, Green Me How can we be artificial When we were freed from her call? Technology is natural Like a tree that branches tall Like a tree that branches tall We are not artificial We are not artificial All one dream, Green Me Life is but a dream, Green Me Life is but a dream, Green Me