I am kept alive by the growing vines,
They tell me what to do and what to say,
If I were to be honest, they don't do it very well,
But that's alright cause I'm getting on just fine.

Leaves embed themselves in my skin,
Unforgiving to my pleads,
I won't die, not here not now.

Throw myself onto my knees,
Grip the ground and try to get away,
The vines restrict me from moving anywhere,
I wanna be something, I wanna be someone.

Leaves embed themselves in my skin,
Unforgiving to my pleads,
I won't die, not here not now.

They begin to cover my mouth,
I can't breath or even begin to think,
I keep thinking that it's over but I don't wanna go.