Green little pixies flying around,
Picking on those who hate.
Who are the ones who hit the ground,
Those pixies aren't really great.
They will hurt u, pull your hair and punch you,
They will kill your mind, body and soul.
You know these facts are really true,
You will become a big black hole.
Darkness fills the spaces around,
Your head and brain.
You might be always pushed to the ground,
Now can't you feel the rain.
The rain seems like the beating of a drum,
In your head you can hear the sound.
You can se a wet piece of bread crumb,
On the ground there you are bound.
Hate and pain may fill your body,
But you gotta keep hanging on.
You feel your blood getting very clotty,
All i have to say is ya mon.
Maybe you don't se it now,
But those pixies will go away .
You might be saying how?
But don't you worry live annyway.