NO SNAKE IN THE TREE

in the era of good fortune, 
we were burying our souls
piling on a dirt of lies
we bought or we were sold
we all thought we were famous
so we traded in our dreams
we only saw the skin of things
shackled to our screens
and the desert started growing
and the ocean got real deep
but those souls that we had buried
they turned out to be seeds
and those seeds they kept growing
as human as can be
we got a second shot
at eden
no snake
in the tree