Soon time for a cleaning day
Onward rode the van
Swept in by discolored waste

Sickness crept on the hall
And the death of me
Almost as we burn and play

Ants just don't belong
In this place you call your own

Searching for a favorite flower
Narrow with the hall
Swept in by discolored waste
Almost as we burn and play

Ants just don't belong
In this place you call your own

Danger's fallen trees
Don't look so good to me
They won't grow again

Led to final peace
And this diluted stream
They don't break for them