In troubled times, I often tend to lean Towards the breeze, towards the means of life And if I get the chance to move the day In the way, my mind like to wander With butterflies, fly at night Warning, warning They're out to clone the land Warning, warning In that mixed up human head As I close my eyes, the demon flies With purple waves and teeth that sing And as it (??) my skin, I start to grin At plastic walls of utter sins Soon, plexiglas seals my faith from Tidal waves, they shock (??) Warning, warning They're out to clone the land Warning, warning Those crazy human heads Out of sight, they're in my mind again Like bumblebees, they sworm at me They like the sky, they squint our eyes To waterfalls, begin the talks Unshift the skin to freeze the spell It comforts me, leaning toward the breeze Warning, warning They're out to clone the land Warning, warning Those mixed up human heads Warning, warning They're out to clone the land Warning, warning Those mixed up human heads Warning, warning They're out to clone the land Warning, warning Those mixed up human heads Warning, warning They're out to clone the land Warning, warning Those crazy human heads Warning, warning Warning, warning