Some kind of isolation is growing in your head
 [bad word] conversation needs to be fed

Where gods hide themselves
Where angels live in cells

This is a strange place
I yelled before I fell

The trees spread their legs
The [bad word] alive
Let god know how it is
To live a life

drop of irony
Is a glimpse of hope

Everything changes
Everything stays the same
Everything;s in bloom and grows
Everything goes to [bad word] 

taste of life
Is a glimpse of hope

The trees spread their legs
The [bad word] alive
The night is full of lights/dreams/noise
The asphalt [bad word] grass