Beautiful Things

All I need

Is the ground beneath my feet

And the green that keeps me far away from your social clubs

You can keep

Any guilt you have for me

In your closet next to all the shit you pretend to love

Count, all your beautiful things

You've collected it all

'Cause you're scared of the come down

Let go

And I don't care about

Spinning round

With my head all up in the clouds

Blind and confused

So call off, the dogs

I'm long gone and you're never gonna see me again

I'm on the move

All I know

Is the government has thrown

Up a wall between perception and what is real today

Still you go

On believing what you're told

When you're buying up their poison don't even hesitate

Wake up

And see now

Your beautiful things

Hold you down