Reciclo

Losing his mind
In his memories
He's going down
He's going down

He see the Sun
Shining on skin
He's going down
He's going down

And he smoke the seed
That fell from his eyes
And in his lungs were born flowers

And he screamd, and he cried
And he danced in the light
And he spell the words of truth
And the roots grow in his shoes

He's going down
He's going down

And he smoke the seed
That fell from his eyes
And in his lungs were born flowers