Cassie Noble

Plastic leaves won't give you oxygen But damn do they look good No matter what you feed them it's alright Who wants all that dirt from the outside In such a clean place

If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals Will I forget the things I miss?

Fill my senses with identical particles Would that be bliss?

Jennings Creek Used to have foxes running free Now people live in boxes They can't sleep But who wants all those noises in the night In such a quiet place

Big sign says get lost in the woods But they cut down the trees that used to live there What kind, what kind of sick joke is that?

Big time for progress

If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals Will I forget the things I miss?

Or fill my senses with identical particles?

Would that be bliss?

Would that be bliss?

If I fill myself with chemicals, chemicals Will I forget the things I miss?

Fill my senses with identical particles Would that be bliss?

Would that be bliss?

Would that be bliss?

Would that be?