This Is a Song

This is the way I am

This is the way I should not be

Smothered in grief that won't back down

This is a song I wrote

About the stuff I hate the most

Oh what a mess in living color

This is the sight

This is the sound

I was too curious

This is the mouth

And yes the very thing

I told you

This is the mouth that swallowed me whole

I warned you

This is the danger of our Mother Nature

This isn't how I feel

This may be just a rough idea

Buried in red and black and in brown

This is the sight

This is the sound

Oh look what's coming in

Yeah look what's coming now

The very thing

I told you

This is the mouth that swallowed me whole

Well I warned you

This is the danger of our Mother Nature

This is the sound

This is the mouth

And yes the very thing

I told you

This is the mouth that swallowed me whole

Well I warned you

This is the danger of our Mother Nature

This is the end...