Seagull thoughts

What matters what you think

If the system is polluted

Find a way out and sink

Blow your feelings of the hated

garbage of your head

Don’t you see? All they see is

money in the pockets?

What you see is all about the river

Make a passage on your own

Find a way to get out and clear

There’s no other option to go on

Swim, smoke and breath

Don’t you see? All they see is

money in the pants?

I can show you trail

I can show you trail

I can only show you, the trail