Heal me now, at the end of this line Where one hundred warnings, won't make us unite Ground, our ground, mistreated and sick But the summers are green, green as your eyes And the world keeps me under, under its watch Decline, declined, we've built machines To save us from us, ragged city dogs In five men's time from now When my songs gone to hell, will we be in the sky? And the world keeps me under, under its watch And the world keeps me under, under its watch And the world keeps me under, under its watch And the world keeps me under, under its watch Loraidigo The world keeps me under, under its watch