I am a construct of your world. Deep rooted, polluted, tortured/
Abused and altered. I just caught ya'...
Eve's dropping.
Adam's rising...
To pluck the fruit from off the branch reaching out to touch your inner drive/
Cut me open and count the rings inside to see how long I've been alive/
Containing forms of records about the types of storms I've weathered/
Leave a stump for kids to carve initials as long as I'm remembered/
But lessons go forgotten, plus you don't believe a thing/
Never listening to the whispering of my leaves in the wind/
When the breezes begin, you're just concerned with flying kites/
Until I tangle up your child's play and get you climbing heights/
You're still relucant to hear me out...admiring the sites?
You have no idea what it was like being nailed to Christ.

You're swinging from the twigs and limbs they used to hang your siblings/
have respect you selfish, self-centered, sack of manmade buildings/
I was the original pinnacle, but now I'm nothing to you but kindling?/
Tickling inhibitions, I'm naturally attracting children/
Who have a funny idea of what "4-eva" is/
I witnessed the first time lips kissed with stripped innocence/
Not too long after that...was I supplying shade/
For a man caressing silverbacks...trying to get laid/
Monkeying around and now they're all dying of AIDS/
Government guerilla tactics? That's a farce. I bring the plagues.
Cancer? thats just icing on the cake I nurse and feed ya'/
Because you drained me of my sap with taps of perversed procedure/
I hold your family background right down to the first ameoba/
Watched you grow from just crustacean to a land mammal. It hurts to leave ya'/
But I've had enough. And it'll be very relieving/
Just who do you think supplies the air you're breathing?/
Humongous oxygen tanks? As if its all free?
Wondering where your dogs are at? They're barking up the wrong tree/
Wanting proof of identification, but I existed before fingerprints/
Cognitive Dissonance. I hear chain saws in the distance/
"if a tree falls in the forest and nobody's there to hear it/
Does it make a sound?" I'll go down quietly...but you'll feel it/
Still these six-legged thoughts keep eating away at my inside/
Until I'm nothing but hollowed out hide.

The dead tree is still standing.

Here comes the hunting axe of lumberjacks
who I attract like lightning when the thunder cracks.
I can't run from the facts.
I'm under attack.
I see...nothing but black.
Finally...I slumber and relax