these heavy hands pin me down with all the nails that ive carved out theres glowing eyes inside of all the trees and they all see me these heavy eyes drag me down from all the things theyve figured out theres burning leaves thats covering the ground and they all surround me im burning now this heavy head weighs me down from all the thorns on my crown it pierces through my skin into the bone i am not alone sticks and stones will break my bones but the words ill never feel them been burning down the forest so the birds can never steal again its no surprise that im half alive but my apple eyes have gone and died so i lay still in defeat exhausted in misology if the forest goes i die with the trees