(Walk under)
The trees, and the space
Between their branches
(Enchanters)
Or maybe that's just me
And my visual cortex
(Rip 'em up)
Make room for more shops, please
Drown the horizons
(Suck the blood)
Eat all this fruit
But still just shit poison - yep
Hey, vivid evergreen
Will you always be seen?
If not, you're not
Worthy of the title