All I need Is the ground beneath my feet And the green that keeps me far away from your social clubs You can keep Any guilt you have for me In your closet next to all the shit you pretend to love Count, all your beautiful things You've collected it all Cause you're scared of the come down Let go And I don't care about Spinning round With my head all up in the clouds Blind and confused So call off, the dogs I'm long gone and you're never gonna see me again I'm on the move All I know Is the government has thrown Up a wall between perception and what is real today Still you go On believing what you're told When you're buying up their poison don't even hesitate Wake up And see now Your beautiful things Hold you down