Flawed

Why when I jump do I fall?
And why does the green move on its side?
When will the dark come again?
And why in the first place does it come at all?

I dont need the sky on my side its okay but its flawed, its dirty, well clean it
And Ill run for my dinner, Ill stab with a stick and Ill live. Yes, Im flawed.

Where does this mass come to end?
Situated am I no one knows where
Trip over, Ill break my insides
A red fusion of liquid, curiosity kills

I dont need the sky on my side its okay but its flawed, its dirty, well clean it
And Ill run for my dinner, Ill stab with a stick and Ill live. Yes, Im flawed, flawed.

Why when I jump do I fall?
And why does the green move on its side?