In a Land Of Thorns

There’s a bubble in a land of thorns

There’s a window of escape you can’t reach

Over there they don’t really seem to care

Over here we won’t listen can we only teach

But if you can then we think you can’t

You think you won’t so let’s give it a try

Let’s cut you down then build you up high

There’s a thorn in a land of bubbles

There’s no other place it would rather be

Popping anything that gets real near it

If it could only, only see

Over there they really seem to care

Over here we’ll listen start your speech

But if you can then we think you can’t

You think you won’t so let’s give it a try

Let’s cut you down then build you up high

Seize him!

No you don’t understand

I was put in the wrong land wrong land!

I’m not a weed

Just a rose growing in the wrong field

I’m about to pop yield, yield, yield, yield

Yield, yield, yield, yield, yield, yield!

Time to know the moral of this story

Are you a bubble drifting in a land of thorns?

Or are you clawing in a land of bubbles?

Are you clawing in a land of bubbles?

Are you clawing in a land of bubbles?

Are you clawing in a land of bubbles?