Under its watch

Heal me now, at the end of this line
Where one hundred warnings, won’t make us unite
Ground, our ground, mistreated and sick
But the summers are green, green as your eyes
And the world keeps me under, under its watch
Decline, declined, we’ve built machines
to save us from us, ragged city dogs
In five men’s time from now
when my songs gone to hell, will we be in the sky?
And the world keeps me under, under its watch
And the world keeps me under, under its watch
And the world keeps me under, under its watch
And the world keeps me under, under its watch
Loraidigo
The world keeps me under, under its watch