This fog, it is insane
The greens and the grays, just like when I fell in love with the place
The sun, it is shining
The sin, it is great, so we pray for rain
How could we ever be so mean to the land that feeds?
How far we've come, and just to see this great folly
Now that we're in too deep to see, what does it mean?
Uncertainty
Wrapped in plastic from the outside to in
I don't even know where to begin
Is this the ending or where it begins?
So. There it is