Crowning the earth queen
We are a beehive disobeying
We are flooding the streets
Loving machines
The flowers don’t stand a chance
We don’t love trees
We love towers
Metal and plastic
Then we are enthusiastic
Don’t even mention gold
If it is not an extreme
Why bother with that dream
Help yourself forget
The little is lost in the way we fret
Honesty, honestly, we love ourselves more drunk than sober
The root of the problem
We are just human
Loving luxury
Loving ecstasy
Loving paradise
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