What's a man anyhow
If not petrified and overwhelmed?
Overworked and telling lies to himself
Dead inside
If you stand still, you're missing out
But it's hard to run with both feet tied to the ground
We are casualties of apple trees, orchards where we're laid to rest
Our apathy is malady, standing idle smiling happily
This can't be happening
What's the earth anyhow
If not falling in the ocean's bed?
Drowning as if she's sleeping
That poor girl needs some rest
She'll awake to the image
Of her islands floating away in ceaseless drift
We are casualties of apple trees, orchards where we're laid to rest
Our apathy is malady, standing idle smiling happily
This is actually happening, too awkward to ever protest
Those dastardly bastards gleam with smiles as they plan their schemes
I should have guessed
Those dastardly humans
They'll get away with anything if you let them
We are casualties of apple trees, orchards where we're laid to rest
(Are you asking or attacking me? I lack the capacity)
Our apathy is malady; standing idle smiling happily
(To answer factually, i'm 'too passive' apparently)
This is actually happening, so awful i'm almost impressed
(We're collapsing rapidly, right in the centre, nothing left)
Haphazardly waive our rights as we wave goodbye