Inspiration to these things
Brotherhood brings me back to nowhere
And I'm wallowing in my own confusion

His death is what I'm fearing
A source to endless forest
If the trees are laid to rest
What's the point of anything?

Growing up in a bogus paradise
Is it ever right?
To stay in here and wait
For that day

These melodies in the distance
They prey with images of cultists
Defining what is and isn't

The forest has burned to ashes
To be in the wake of this wrong doing
Giving life to the masses
It passes

Stay out of my way
I fear that I will decay
(And never see paradise)
The wisp mothers are killed
Harvested for insecurities

Release the day
Release the one who will be
The only thing I will ever need