At the dawn of time, in a golden shine
A gentle hand reached down, deep into the ground
To the heavens we call for the rain to fall
>From the earth we'd rise towards the open skies

>From the city they came with their chainsaws drawn
In the forest green there would be a murder scene
One by one they cut us down
Like wounded soldiers falling to the ground
Now thinking we were dead they severed our bodies from our heads

Refr1: I know they never see the beauty in a tree
       Just keep on cutting down till there will be no more
       Naked to the core
       Cross the open land every tree will fall to man

Now I'm waking up but where's the sky above
Don't hear no sound of birds I'm still alive 'cause I hurt
In this empty room, where no flowers bloom
I've met my doom, I have been entombed

Once a beautiful tree, they made a chair of me
>From my skin and flesh, they have built a tool of death
Now they bring him near, I can taste the smell of fear
In my lap of death It's my turn to sear the flesh

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Refr2: I cannot believe, what they've done to me
       I cannot escape my unlucky faith
       I cannot forgive what they make me live
       I will not forget, I survive on hate

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Signed,
            The Crazy Mushroom (Tim Peeters)
            e-mail T.M.M.Peeters@stud.tue.nl