ROSEATE
My forefathers long ago crash landed in New Mexico
Only one of them survived.
It was just supposed to be a routine checking flight to see
The place our children reside.
Our hands Divine facilitated life.
We made this place for you to live in.
We made this place for you to live in.
The Worlds that we create roseate, roseate.
No room to deviate roseate, roseate.
The seeds of life put in the ground
will keep this merry-go-around and around.
The plans we made bore fruit,
but the End can be en route.
Like my brother used to say, before that ship took him away,
As you sow, so shall you reap.
Yet it's given you on birth this amazing place called Earth
It was never yours to keep.
What was given can be taken away.
This path you chose it means your demise
This path you chose will mean your demise
The Worlds...
While our brother Ziggy played guitar,
More of you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
Now it's time to decide will you divide
Or stand side by side.
The Worlds that we create.
No room to deviate
The Worlds...