Sean Danielsen - Beautiful Things

All I need is the ground beneath my feet, and the green that keeps me far away from your social clubs
You can keep any guilt you have for me, in your closet next to all the shit you pretend to love

Count all your beautiful things
You've collected it all
Cause you're scared of the come down, let go

And I don't care about, spinning round with my head all up in the clouds
Blind and confused
So call off the dogs, I'm long gone and you're never gonna see me again I'm on the move

All I know is the government has thrown, up a wall between perception and what is real today
Still you go, on believing what you're told
When you're buying up their poison don't even hesitate

Wake up and see now
Your beautiful things
Hold you down