(poems go here) Why can I not sleep?
Why am I turning?
Why are all the trees burning?
Forest fires, crooked liars
Why am I so sullen and drained?

In the bush, it's raining
Lost man on his own
Has anyone thought to save him?

The monkey is waiting in the tree
Counts to three

Hearing the sound of the fume-fuelled wagon
He leaps on the back
Attack! Attack! Attack!
No old heathen, not today

The rain falls upon the acidic trees of the millennium scorn
The fire has vanished
Leaving behind a trail of death for all to see
The birds and the trees, then you and me
Lay twitching on the forest floor

The yeti is waiting for us to take us into his home
Care for us just like one of his own
Wild bones!
Wild bones!

Wait!
The yeti no longer has a home
The trees are gone and nothing has grown
A table, a chair, an internet nightmare

When will the forest speak?
When all is dried up and way too weak?

Wait for nightfall, it's so beautiful out here
Up high in a wave of oxygen love I sit
Up high on this glorified cement postcard I spit
I spit!
I spit upon thee!

Wait for your red skies
Wait for the red skies
Do you know how it feels to be alive?
Let me know how it feels to be alive
Let me know, let me know how you feel
When will the forest speak?
When the all is dried up and way too weak?

Wasting a life on calculations
Not enough money for operations
Waste of life, statistics, plastic soldiers
Sound of sticks rubbing together
All the people gather
All of the people gather

Wait for the man, he must have a plan
Show me and make me a smile I can wear
Me and you we can make up too
No use for hate if you're wearing my shoes

Be happy, be sad, be a wild rotten lamb
Don't bother me now, I'm drenched to the bone

A sound of a truck and an axe and a fall
Of a tree and a life and a planet so small
Sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone
Let me know how you feel

Let me know how you feel
You say it's too hot so you can take off your top
A clank of a slot machine coins
Machine coins bled unclean

A beaten old lizard staggers over the road
A hand and a heart, the lake in the park
The candle won't light and the fire won't spark

I'm worn and I'm torn but I still carry on
The money is angry, the money has taken the

Watching mayhem leaping from truck to truck
This is where he rejoins his friends
They feast, they drink, they talk about
How things used to be

I still can't sleep
I still can't sleep
I still can't sleep

A million minds and a million voices
A million thoughts, and only one choice
The need to find peace