Bleu

c hundred years have gone to waste
Sitting here, obliged to change
cren't we all hypocrites?
Suffocating ourselves
With just our crave.
 
The shades of green on our leaves
Discoloration I see
Can't stop the time from fleeting
Wash us out like fish in the sea
Sunlight melts into snow
Of course we reap what we sow
In a world that we make that we break our souls just for titles on our graves
 
Oh, back when things were fine it used to be so
Oh... When the sky was high and the sun would shine so bright
 
How did we?
How did we cut ties with our tree of life?
Shall we?
Shall we start from scratch
cnd turn back the time?
 
Why aren't we in control
(Why aren't we in control)
To find what we're looking for
(To find what lies untold)
Fidget underneath the cold
(Underneath the cold)
Seeking the meaning to living and dying in vain