Why would anyone want to destroy this?
I wandered about the city and observed
Everyones face straight or frowned
And it seemed happiness was unheard
A chance encounter, mask on, nice and tight
Please, stop talking, my muscles are tired
I scanned the concrete horizon; this isn't right
Why would anyone want to destory this?
I gathered them all and we filed on a bus
And I took them; they saw the last wooded land
I told them that this land was for us
The trees were lush, the rivers were pure
The land seemed holy, it was virgin
I knew it was here, but never knew for sure
Why would anyone want to destroy this?
We moved, but the land stood still
As if acid was on the vulnerable mind
My eyes were gluttons, never getting their fill
A chance encounter, yes, how are you?
You're right, you look different, how do you feel?
Ah, you feel better, relaxed; I do too
Why would anyone want to destroy this?
The last wooded land of the world
I was looking at it longingly, crying, eyes wide shut
I had heard the plans unfurled
And the greedy bastards planned so efficiently
They decided to leave no green behind
To save the most green possible, proficiently
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