The rules of the game have changed
Green is colorless and blue
Has taken its place
And where that light was before
Now there seems to be none (Now there seems to be none)

The ground used to be made of gravel (Now there seems to be none)
And now it's made of a liquid I can't see
Things have been turned around
Voices telling me that which I shouldn't be
And the leaves fly into the air instеad of to the ground
And the sun shines at night, thе moon in the day
For you're not there when you used to be
For you're not there when you used to be

On the ground, I see a serpent (Ecdysis)
She asks me to help her up and take the skin she's shed
Things have been turned around (Ecdysis)
Things have been turned around (Ecdysis)
Keep me far from you so you may grow (Ecdysis)
Keep me far from you so you may grow (Ecdysis)

Ecdysis, ecdysis
Ecdysis, ecdysis

On the ground I see a beetle (Ecdysis)
His wings have been chopped by the wind (Ecdysis)
He tells me, "Please don't look at them
For I'm embarrassed that I cannot fly"
I picked him up and threw him from the thousand-mile cliff
So he could fly for the rest of his days
For they don't live long
Is it better to fly or to fall?
Is it better to run or come home?
Is it better to shed your skin
Or to continue treading among those of you own kin?

[Instrumental Break]

Things have been turned around
Things have been turned around
Now there seems to be none (Now there seems to be none)
Now there seems to be none (Now there seems to be none)
Now there seems to be none (Now there seems to be none)
Now there seems to be none (Now there seems to be none)

He tells me, "Please don't look at them" (Now there seems to be, now there seems to be)
"For I'm embarrassed that I cannot fly" (Now there seems to be, now there seems to be)
I picked him up and threw him from the thousand-mile cliff
So he could fly for the rest of his days
For they don't live long

[Instrumental Break]

Things have been turned around
Things have been turned around