The Bee on a flower know

In the Forest,

the Blue in you eyes,

when you burry your lies,

You lie for the Rest

and get butterflies.

When you colour and glue your lips

by blueberries,

you burry your hips

and your soul dies.

Nobody carries

about your worries.

They have no clue

about the hue

of the collors you get in the eyes.

Leave my desease,

don´t save me please.

When the tree up on me grow,

the soul go with the flow.

The Bee on a flower know,

you have been just a hoe.

Body gonna be raw.

It´s gonna rot.

Don´t wanna leave my bro,

but got what i got.

They will carry but take it slow.

In the Forest, for rest of your life,

Your heart not gonna drive

the blood anymore.

You´re slut

for doing this.

I want it, sorry, more and more.

Your hurt body is now free

in the Tree

that once will be pissed 

on.

We can all agree

the microfon

of the world is too loud

and life is going to be

even if you´re just a cloud.