The Nature of Poison

[Intro] Work (One, two, three, four) Work (One, two, three, four) Work, work, work (One, two, three, four) [Pre-Hook] (One, two, three, four, five, six, do it!) [Hook] I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya [Pre-Hook] Four, three, two, one (Yeah!) [Hook] I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya [Pre-Hook] One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four [Hook] I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya Clashing-clashing I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I-I-I I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya [Outro] One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four *** The path is rugged If weak in the knees.... The roots run deep They trip the feet..... When nightfall comes Lost in the trees.... These ones are poison These you can eat (They look pretty much the same to me) The forest has its treacherys And Nature loves irony. These ones are poisonous These you can eat (With tripping feet) (Nature loves irony) Proceed with caution (Roots run deep) Don't become the tragedy (Your knees are weak) The night is coming fast, Come get lost with me. I may not know where poison grows, But I could be your See-owe-dee. I may be A perfect cure For your... weak knees... I may be, the poison that you, can't resist to drink (Proceed with caution) roots run deep. Don't swallow poison. Don't start trippin on your feet... It could be magic but, I don't make. no. guarantees. Things could get tragic. Mother nature loves her irony. ... You could be my poison, You could be my relief. Truth be told They both look pretty much the same to me. Let's get toxic, might set us free. It might be the end of us... Cause nature's full of, irony. You don't look dangerous, But you might be for me Let's play with fire and, Let's get lost in the trees. I don't feel poisonous, but, I can't make no guarantees. The roots run deep round here, And nature loves the irony Wanna taste poison? You can try some with me. You could be my healer, you could be my see-owe-dee. I'll tell you one thing... They look pretty much the same to me. It's always all, or nothin. None of us, come with guarantee (No guarantees) I can't complain though, I love nature's ironys.