The Roar of the Masses Could Be Farts

[Verse 1]
Soft and understanding eyes of the young
Moving with abandon atop the green lawns
Malleable as luck allows faking all the ties

[Refrain]
Forced out in time
These expressions met

[Verse 2]
Improvised inventions lost in the way
Absolute the course which instinct betrays

[Verse 3]
Grinding in reversal, outdo 'til done
Proper naked self, solutions surround
In brightness, be it real, blinded and free

[Refrain]
Pastel gems hit
Pearlesque in flaw

[Verse 4]
Spark of the instant challenging the time
View the observer's plagiarizing hands