CloZee lyrics
by Of the Trees
What a perfect way to waste some time...
Consumed by greed, ripped from these, microscopic fantasies
And, I will try, to make them strive
So if I, may die, let’s hope it’s right
The fruit, you bare, sticky sweet like air
Take a, night, just once, everybody’s having fun
Until, we're left, a dusty empty shelf
Of regret and shame…
Who’s left to blame?