You keep telling me things as if I've never heard of before,
distraction gate, and the world leaders manufacturing war...
Its insulting my intelligence when you keep patronizing me like this,
i must turn off your broadcast i don't care if there's something i miss,
Nothing valued would have been lost anyways,
it's all just one big fashion craze,
I like to think for myself, thank you very much,
i do not need your numbing touch,
I would like to be foot loose and fancy free,
do not tell me i can't climb that tree,
And don't tell me not to skip through the meadows,
keep them to yourself, i don't need your head woes,
I need to keep the peace within my own aura,
the brilliant blue-green borealis aurora,
To keep the colors fresh and alive...
this is how we will survive,
The colors of the wind will survive through us,
they're visible when on board our magic bus;
What ever negativity you spill onto me won't stain my colors,
because my soul and mate rise far above the others!
Keep your worn out f