Woorden: Brion Riborn. Mediocrity Is An Adequate Lover. Weeds.

One by one we all fall away
blowing just like dandelions
thrown about in the wind and rain
it seems we cannot recognize
that we've turned from yellow to gray
we've lost all of our beauty
then again, we were always weeds

oh my lord will you help us up?
will you help us stop all this cancer please?
oh my god will you lift us up
to the mountaintop where we'll be like trees?
where fruit is whole
and gardens grow
and children know
what they see is what they see
because down below
where the weeds all grow
all the land is thrown
in the sea
in the sea

oh my god will you help us up?
will you help us stop all this cancer?
cancer

(Thanks to ribornfan for these lyrics)