920
Worry.
(lemmy.world)
Early every year the seeds are growing / unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground. / would you know before their leaves are showing / that with weeds all your garden will abound?
If you close your eyes, stop your ears / shut your mouth how can you know? / The weeds you cannot see may not be there / the seeds you didn't hear my never grow.
In January you still have the choice / you can cut the weeds before they start to bud / if you leave them to grow high, they'll silence your voice / in December, you may pay with your blood.
Close your eyes, stop your ears, /close your mouth and take it slow. / Let others take the lead while you bring up the rear / and later you can say you didn't know.
Every day, another vulture takes flight; / there's another danger born every morning. / In the darkness of your blindness, the beast will learn to bite. / How can you fight when you don't recognize the warning?
Close your eyes, stop your ears / shut your mouth of course you know. / if weeds are let to be without your hand to fear / then what else can be? Of course they'll grow.
Today, you may earn a living wage / tomorrow you may be on the dole / though there's millions going hungry, you needn't disengage; / it's them, not you who's fallen in the hole.
The weeds are all around us and they're growing / it'll soon be too late for the knife / if you leave them on the wind that around this world is blowing / you'll pay for your silence with your life.
So close your eyes, stop your ears, / bite your tongue and don't you dare. / 'cuz if it happens here, they might not come for you / if they're sure you really never cared.