why sober?

sometimes it makes me cry
I crawl and hide in fear.
I'm coming down from this high
The uglyness comes near.

What happened to the beautiful.
Its almost raining black.
the world, it finds this suitable.
The uglyness comes back.

The world discust me to this day
we no longer care that we are over.
I dont want to live this way.
if i have to live it sober.

we are but a mear disease
we live and carry on.
destroying what is in are path.
we walk daily through carrion

we all have something that we try.
you throw green colors to own land and sky.
I laugh and look with my third eye.
I get my green from the land you buy

It makes me happy
It makes me full
It makes me happy
It makes me fool.

Id rather live this foolish lie
then to hear the pain of ugly strife
take the hit and get me high
beautiness comes back to life

this peaceful evil banned and illegal
makes everyday feel like october
i wish that i could fly with eagles
and never half to live this sober.