Texty: Traffic. Hope I Never Find Me There.

Seems that I had just to stay
The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray
The bees have ruffled by the flowers
Plastic plants that never die and I
Hope they never find me here

I walked upon synthetic grass where little people said
"Don't ask about the field where you once played
Atomic factories have replaced" and I
Hope they never find me here

The horse I ride, has lost a shoe, the buttercups are dry
The car I drive, has broken down and the blacksmith trade is dying
The meals I eat, have changed into a concentrated vacuum


The air has come to be as one
Time to leave has just begun
The world is waiting, it's a fact
To stage the last and final act and
Hope I never find me there

There
There
There
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