My Snare

It’s wet in the middle
With a shell around it It’s called «life»
It goes wherever it wants to Don’t try to predict it,
Then you’d offend it,
It’s MEANT to surprise
Nature is ancient
But surprises us all
Nature is ancient
But surprises us all
Rescue me form level-head-ness
And the un-necessary luxry of being calm
Nature is ancient
But surprises us all
Nature is ancient
But surprises us all
She’s got dark hairs
On her head;
Blonde on her arms;
She sneaks up from behind,
Come on,
You deserve it!
Nature is ancient,
But surprises us all
Nature is ancient,
But surprises us all
ANCIENT!