That's Greenland down below...
Think of igloos, snow...
Thirty plus varieties to throw, to eat, to smother you...
Take cover as you fly cocooned across this fragile globe,
because you can never rise above it.
You'd better pay the earth your mute respect
because you never learned to love it or to have, to cherish, to hold...
Until death when we provide the great provider...
I hope they'll never hide me in a brick, unnumbered, neatly fixed
(Press HERE for pearls of wisdom...)
Every day this stone rotates so be content,
I'm listening. I'm etched upon a plate...
it's disinfected so don't you look away.
You're really unprotected and I sense the train of hot hyenas licking at your heels.
I see the flock of hungry hawks close in around this plane.
There is no sanctuary and everyone around you is insane.

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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