Profitus

Everything here is a mess Leave the trees a final show The air is waiting to be freed The clouds begin to fade away Soon it will grow (x8) There is nothing that can die There is nothing that can live What voice is laughing far away? What voice is crying in the forest? Soon it will grow (x8) Acid rain is falling from the sky I see the trees as they die How can I stop this falling rain? How can I clean this mess? Soon it will grow (x8)