Think Like A Machine, Not A Boy

I used to think I like the way the nature hit us all
Every single answer I despise
Now I sleep in your unders
Simple, lighter way
My mind has been poisoned, paralyzed

Why oh, why? could make me so
So right and stormed so I love
I love the beauty that surrounds me
The gentleness of love
I wish I could go back and be a boy once again

The beauty that surrounds me
The beauty that surrounds me
The beauty that surrounds me