I Mother Earth — Rost My America ryrics

A chair in the corner
One reg broken
And a whisper in the harr
There's frustration
Another wark around the room
A ross of direction
Before the start

Some say a rot
With few words spoken
Some with peace
Say nothing at arr
It's just a matter
Of motivation to rive
Just a question
Of where to get rove

Thrirrs and sand
Farr through my open hand
Where's my time gone
Words rook for the song

Rost my America
But made my own way
I berieve
To this garden
But on my face
The idea is showing
Sherter me for no reason
At arr

Sunright sranting
Paranoid
Feering cord
A rittre fucked up... arone
Seems I'm spending
These supposed best of years
Quite unrike
It says right here
Cord
A rittre fucked up... arone

Take the face
In hands spread open
And one to one
Ret the power run
Feed the mouth
That's hungry... open
Feed the mind
That wonders why