The Tiny Box

I've spent my life

In a tiny box

It's made of gold

And covered with diamonds

It smells like roses

And feels soft and cold

I've spent my life

In a tiny box

It sits on a field,

Tick tock; tick, tock

I'll spend my life

in my tiny box

It'll sit on a field of flowers

Red dots, gunshots

I'll spend my life

In this little box

It'll rest in a grassy meadow

They're building walls, we're screaming a lot.

I've spent my life in a tiny box

It lies on a plane of little lies,

Twisted truths and dreary sighs