The thing about this world is no one can see you.
Impossible to find identity, when you're a droplet in the ocean of conformity.

Please, take mind of her postdate.
We will.
Put them up in her world and her ideals.

The thing about this plastic world, no one understands you.
Impossible to rise above, when you're a leaf stuck on a tree of complacency.

Please, take mind of her postdate.
We will.
Put them up in her world and her ideals.

Fly away, from everything!
Don't conform!
On the road to complacency!

Take mind of her postdate!

Please, take mind of her postdate.
We will.
Put them up in her world and her ideals.


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Mother Snake song meanings
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