Written by As het kunstenaresje

Laying down on the forest floor
I am dreaming my poisened dreams
About small insects buzzing in my head
Fireflies exploding in green yellow blue smog
Frogs try trippy tunes trough the city
Its turning its turning and i hear
Sirenes sing songs for the police
Those who do not care about this ecocide
Saving the earth is not their fight
It is our fight and we will fight it with music tonight
Laying down on the forest floor
And all we want is more