THE TREE - FREAKS OF NATURE



At the dawn of time, in a golden shine

A gentle hand reached down, deep into the ground

To the heavens we call for the rain to fall

>From the earth we'd rise towards the open skies



>From the city they came with their chainsaws drawn

In the forest green there would be a murder scene

One by one they cut us down

Like wounded soldiers falling to the ground

Now thinking we were dead they severed our bodies from our heads



Refr1: I know they never see the beauty in a tree

Just keep on cutting down till there will be no more

Naked to the core

Cross the open land every tree will fall to man



Now I'm waking up but where's the sky above

Don't hear no sound of birds I'm still alive 'cause I hurt

In this empty room, where no flowers bloom

I've met my doom, I have been entombed



Once a beautiful tree, they made a chair of me

>From my skin and flesh, they have built a tool of death

Now they bring him near, I can taste the smell of fear

In my lap of death It's my turn to sear the flesh



Refr1:



Refr2: I cannot believe, what they've done to me

I cannot escape my unlucky faith

I cannot forgive what they make me live

I will not forget, I survive on hate



Refr1:

Refr2:

Refr2:



Signed,

The Crazy Mushroom (Tim Peeters)

e-mail T.M.M.Peeters@stud.tue.nl