New Grass - Summer Demo '22

The Second Richest Place

Don't trust your own taste
The math cannot define
What requires a keepers touch
Trying to escape the decline
Of our world through my amber shades...

Feel light's warmth try to peak through (and kiss my skin)
Just stuck in a bad dream
Can you believe the second richest place is a disease of affluence?
But i just want to have some fun...
Cut my tree and trauma bond
Maybe show some shame and taste
And why our delusions are such a waste

I wish i could talk to you
The way i talk to myself
But the second richest place...
We're all in here

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Writer(s): Lucio Oquendo
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