Not many sounds echo off the bark that forms your tree Your branches hold the rope that chokes the life from my breathing Each gnarled strand cuts deeper into what was human flesh But this shell doesn't feel, this shell is broken, numb unrest My tomb When I'm gone lay me in the home I never made Scatter my ashes on your heart, where they're sure to blow away Leave the stone blank to reflect the emptiness in my neglect Eventually I'll be as empty to you as the emptiness in my respect Oh, how your limbs can hold so much weight I'll never know The cracks on my trunk were deeper Than the roots from yours could grow I'll soon learn the heavier burden, the shell or the soul Whereas you will only know my torment as long as this rope holds My tomb You can't make me stay You can't hold my weight You can't make me stay You can't fix my hate