I used to be socially relevant  
It used to matter that the sky
Was blue as the hue within my eye 
But now a solid grey has overtaken
The land that Simba has forsaken 
For an escape from what he's done
He doesn't see he wasn't the one 
Who held the key
To the death inside of me 
It was a summer note
And now it's gurus that I quote 
To find an adequate reply 
To the opening up in I
Whereupon the notion just contains 
The whole ocean of the cloud that rains 
Down on the parched land 
It's green because love understand 
That you need balance, you need peace
And something in us has got to cease 
As the industrial revolution gathers pace
It's like we're in some kind of race
That's turned into a death spiral twist
Would you know you even exist
If it were not for the fact
That everything gets taken back 
In the end 
And a friend 
Is a friend for life 
Like some people's faithful wife 
And I 
Can't countenance
What was just a stream of events 
That broke in my grasp
I found something that doesn't pass