Danaus-Plexippus Ink
Verse 1:
When I don't tithe, donate with it for gifting
How do I supposedly have enriched, feelings?
Thus what value is self-worth, an ego that's inflating?
If I don't choose the cost, to prove I'll give away over anything?
Feeling conflicted with my frugal responsibilities
I spend too much time, wasting ticks, so what use is money?
Wanna be as strenuous as a lumberjack, but not from cutting trees
Never thought they would break branches that bonded my family's
So delicate, will be the killing of these Monarchies, fluttering
The effects they cause, is a wingspan letting off Tornado Alleys
I let moss on my green hands, leaking from Danaus-Plexippus ink
The venom coursing in my venous system, had me on apathy
Would anyone even care, to hear a Redwood timbering?
They'd by lucky by a foot of a hare, if they had bunny ears-ringing
Kidding myself, since people's hair are too caught in the breeze
Totally ignoring, what's here, all that's around them is falling
Leaves used to face up, but they're down; the season's approaching
Hook:
On one hand, the vibrant color
Symbolizes, a lively prosperity
But, for the other side isn't greener
When its spent to be burned by mercenaries
Verse 2:
A bitter, envious irony, to whomever's profiting
Off of pesticides on vegetation that leaves vegetables
Those in vegetative states, their roots are yanked
No photosynthesis, encouraged to snapshot, joyous memories
Of the Sun, watching Its seeds grow into fruition
Capture, rays of sunshine, yet they frown the shape of canopies
Wells, being poisoned w/hemlock? The method that got Socrates
That infects to the lymph nodes, festering at your well-being
Environments politely funded,'N'-viral mental, polled lightly
Policies, somber days pass, when night takes its graveyard shifting
Children lost in urban jungles, where are the guardians
Who should be tending to respond and call to their screams?
Stunted is the growth, unfulfilled, was once, even promising to me
Leagues that feed ivy, lobbyists who'd wack herbal weed, facilities
Which if planted in the fountain springs of youth, it'll spring and Facilitate to remedy forthcoming plagues, of twigging
Post-Verse:
So many buds I grew away from, who smoked bud
But could not find buds of roses, but loved budding up
Hook:
On one hand, the vibrant color
Symbolizes, a lively prosperity
But, for the other side isn't greener
When its spent to be burned by mercenaries
Bridge:
In the setting of the evening
Ruined is the gardener's dream
A damned neighing of Pestilence's horse
Ruin's hooves are galloping
Outro:
Sickening inhumane, creatures who live solely
On soulless plains, keep a troll's footing, so easily
It's too easy for them to bless the sick
They'd rather put them at risk, of dis ease, to disease
When I don't tithe, donate with it for gifting
How do I supposedly have enriched, feelings?
Thus what value is self-worth, an ego that's inflating?
If I don't choose the cost, to prove I'll give away over anything?
Feeling conflicted with my frugal responsibilities
I spend too much time, wasting ticks, so what use is money?
Wanna be as strenuous as a lumberjack, but not from cutting trees
Never thought they would break branches that bonded my family's
So delicate, will be the killing of these Monarchies, fluttering
The effects they cause, is a wingspan letting off Tornado Alleys
I let moss on my green hands, leaking from Danaus-Plexippus ink
The venom coursing in my venous system, had me on apathy
Would anyone even care, to hear a Redwood timbering?
They'd by lucky by a foot of a hare, if they had bunny ears-ringing
Kidding myself, since people's hair are too caught in the breeze
Totally ignoring, what's here, all that's around them is falling
Leaves used to face up, but they're down; the season's approaching
Hook:
On one hand, the vibrant color
Symbolizes, a lively prosperity
But, for the other side isn't greener
When its spent to be burned by mercenaries
Verse 2:
A bitter, envious irony, to whomever's profiting
Off of pesticides on vegetation that leaves vegetables
Those in vegetative states, their roots are yanked
No photosynthesis, encouraged to snapshot, joyous memories
Of the Sun, watching Its seeds grow into fruition
Capture, rays of sunshine, yet they frown the shape of canopies
Wells, being poisoned w/hemlock? The method that got Socrates
That infects to the lymph nodes, festering at your well-being
Environments politely funded,'N'-viral mental, polled lightly
Policies, somber days pass, when night takes its graveyard shifting
Children lost in urban jungles, where are the guardians
Who should be tending to respond and call to their screams?
Stunted is the growth, unfulfilled, was once, even promising to me
Leagues that feed ivy, lobbyists who'd wack herbal weed, facilities
Which if planted in the fountain springs of youth, it'll spring and Facilitate to remedy forthcoming plagues, of twigging
Post-Verse:
So many buds I grew away from, who smoked bud
But could not find buds of roses, but loved budding up
Hook:
On one hand, the vibrant color
Symbolizes, a lively prosperity
But, for the other side isn't greener
When its spent to be burned by mercenaries
Bridge:
In the setting of the evening
Ruined is the gardener's dream
A damned neighing of Pestilence's horse
Ruin's hooves are galloping
Outro:
Sickening inhumane, creatures who live solely
On soulless plains, keep a troll's footing, so easily
It's too easy for them to bless the sick
They'd rather put them at risk, of dis ease, to disease