Beautiful Things

All I need
Is the ground beneath my feet
And the green that keeps me far away from your social clubs
You can keep

Any guilt you have for me
In your closet next to all the shit you pretend to love

Count, all your beautiful things
You've collected it all
'Cause you're scared of the come down
Let go

And I don't care about
Spinning round
With my head all up in the clouds
Blind and confused
So call off, the dogs
I'm long gone and you're never gonna see me again
I'm on the move

All I know
Is the government has thrown
Up a wall between perception and what is real today
Still you go
On believing what you're told
When you're buying up their poison don't even hesitate
Wake up
And see now
Your beautiful things
Hold you down