It was me who ate the sun
I cut my face, I let it bleed
Trickling down my face
Everything I cannot be
It was me who sunk into the ground
Never to emerge
The birds and all the imagery that flicker briefly at night
I want to see it all the time
I want to breath it all the time
What is behind my camera lens
It's streaming from my nose
Stretching out from every orifice
I turn into a tree
Branches made from my benevolence
And my stump made from hate
The sap that runs through me is so viscous and sweet
I was once the tree you saw from the doorstep
I was small and so afraid
And now I'm mighty and so tall
I finally reached the sun it burns my mahogany soul
You cut me down to size
Use me as your firewood
Since I have been burnt alive, all is well and good
As I melt into a pile of ash, my cinders begin to sing
Lullabies that last a lifetime, hear it come to thee
Oh tree, what's become of me?
Oh tree, what's become of me?
Oh tree, don't you see?
Oh tree, what's become of me?
What's become of me?
Oh tree