Concrete

[Intro]

I barely remember, my instincts, my home

A golden age of my own

On a concrete ground, I watch the weathet change

Things we should never derange

[Verse]

I see beauty in dying flowers

I find bliss in acid rain

These days it all seems so mundane

[Chorus]

Everyone is wired to a dying tree

Everyone is connected to the sea

[Verse]

On my plastic floor I just can't seem to get

It's all perfectly coherent

[Chorus]

Everyone is wired to a dying tree

Everyone is connected to the sea

Radio waves radiation in the air we breathe

Everyone is choking on our frequencies