Lyrics:
All of my life
I've been thinkin' bout how
Wrong it is to be
Infatuated
With acquisition
And base autonomy We're half underground
Our tapes all rewound
I wish I weren't so small
A hole in the box
Where I'd hope I would find
The meaning of it all We could have a melody
To shake the world
onto it's knees But all we've gotten
In this life
Are paper plastic trees Every night I
Lie awake just
Grounded on the sand
Encapsulated
In these words
I've written with my hand Doors open, I'm out
Not even a shout
To recognize my fall
Monopoly consumes my mind
And I don't care at all We could have a melody
To shake the world
onto it's knees But all we've gotten
In this life
Are paper plastic trees

Playing time (m:ss): 3:02