I walk not to rest
watch things I don't want to see
imagine how life should be
I guess the rest

I look at their walk
I hear the sound of their talk
I see them wear things as clothes
hats pant and gloves

More and more I see them all
naked behind a blackened wall
more and more I see them fall
In this world getting small

The snake grows and goes
In the human forest, lying low
The plastic smile smells so well
'cause it's just swell

In the factory rings a bell
like the priest at church on Sunday
the difference.. it's not the bell
it's when they pray

More and more I feel the fall
behind my very precious wall
More and more I feel I'm naked
In this world much too small

More and more I see them all
naked behind a blackened wall
more and more I see them fall
In this world getting small

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