Forest falls with beads of sweat, you've been chopping trees again/
you've been talking sweet revenge, with disembodied feline heads/
you can feel it in your molecules, it swirls inside your bones/
you want a world of your own, so you can burn it down and grow/
but the roots, they writhe like tentacles and never let go/
axe head will lay those pesky woods to rest with death blows/
don't choke or cough on fluids in your helmet, red bones/
and murder weapons swept up in a millisecond, get thrown/
around in flash floods, don't nod off, knock knock/
have to meet the quota like, chop chop, chop chop/
all your dearest friends are horizontal trees/
you barely eat and rarely sleep, mountains bottom row of teeth/
It's all you've ever known, cus it's all you ever do/
and it's all you'll ever know, cus it's all you'll ever do/
gather the forest and rip it all down/
until that dim blue sun has winked itself out/
You're looking so stagnant, transfixed on red stars/
blunt hatchet, you're scratching nonsense in dead bark/
lifelong interlude, trenchfoot, ships all set off/
on strong winds that had blew, while you're stuck in dense fog/
still swinging, still chipping it forevermore/
never make it to the sea, never with the rest ashore/
rest assured, you'll be here 'til you're one with the forest floor/
as some forage forced to fork your fortune over for the force/
of nature at your door, knock knock, vent a little bit/
let your arm extension fell the mess your living in/
woodchips explode, puked out the head of an axe/
make it blot out sun, and then you'll get to relax/
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