Is This What You Call Change Testo

You destroyed
What I
adored
We should have
kept it
It could have
been restored
it
Could have been
many things Is This What You Call Change

Look at me
Not
the floor
I hate your taste
from the centre
to the shore
You stuck
a knife
in our side
Is This What You Call Change

As I breathe your deadly wind
As the oil in the river sends
Everything that's alive
To a painful end

I was
in the forest It was
August
come September
my whole world was
Sawdust
The poison
is moving
Is This What You Call Change