Under the Sun

I need to consume

And constantly change my surroundings

With new objects

And they fill the world around me

You're observing, passing judgments

On how I go about things

I would sort it out

Put myself back in time

If I knew just where to begin

You'd try anything

And everything under the sun

And this is how

My thread of life is spun

They're in the backroom

And they multiply by dividing

The lights are on

Eyes are slowly adjusting

You're constructive

Putting digits in place

But they'll never take you in

You would never try

So hard to get by

If you had what I'm having within

You'd try anything

And everything under the sun

And this is how

My thread of life is spun

You'd try anything

And everything under the sun

And this is how

My thread of life is spun

You'd try anything

And everything under the sun

Everything under the sun