Maybe Your Thousandth Mother

Maybe your thousandth mother
Really enjoyed flora being looked after
Embraced all waters wonders
A real sunwalker
Leaning back road zapped
Avoid the gaps
Escaped city apocolypse
Yeah, the future blend is now
What you see, Your city, isnít your mechanical bliss
Not your great obelisque glass edifice
Your cityís on fire
You had your townís last dish
Zones vertical grow seized by landpirates
Iím by the plains
No questioners here
The Great Sort is blinded like by a serum
I revere the kindly healing enzymes in my simple food
But maybe something injected in theirs
And your sharp smoothe
Your tops cool
Strong bold ice cold and hard
In charge smoothe
The boss the news
So hot so cool
No your talk it donít fool me
Maybe your thousandth mother
Really enjoyed flora being looked after
Embraced all waters wonders
A real sunwalker
Maybe your thousandth father
Really loved growing seeds
Embraced its mystery
And life changed with ease
Maybe your thousandth father
Really loved he was a farmer