I was conditioned by your conditioner
Cleansed over again by your tears
I wept over your likely casket
And prayed for the cessation of my years
I'm absent of anything pure
Left with an empty morale
Dead to the people around me
Perpetually perpetuating a scowl
I remember the promise of better
But I am shown that this fact is a lie
I know I'll sell myself short forever
Until my world is left without time
I thought that you'd be my salvation
But you're signing my contract with hell
Because nature is constantly snaping
And you're stealing my secrets to sell
Though I am worth nothing but all of my suffering
And even that is as cheap as the breeze
I know that the audience will be clapping
When I am consumed by the trees