Estonia

Two decades
Of sweet relief
Made it with sweetest
Sweetest of leaves
From nature
But what’s more real
Than death in itself
And on he rambles

At it again
Out of his face
Again

He won’t argue
At peace with
Things too forget
He doesn’t remember
Remember a thing
Of what they did to him
All he wants
For things to make sense
For everyone else

At it again
Out of his face
Again

To be he might not
But he knows
Knows what it feels like
To be left alone
Again

He on his own now
With nowhere to go out
With all this
Cus they all
Have something better
To do
Than to deal with two decades
Of sweet relief

Made it with sweetest
Sweetest of leaves
For his own good
Something to use