Wood — текст песни (Suck)

Wooden dolls turn to chips
in an empty-eyed shredder.
Trees turn into industry.
It can only get better.
Wooden soldiers walk through
a blade made of good.
Now they`re fuckin` doomed
and all that`s left are pieces of ...
WOOD ! ! !
They say their lumberjacks
who try to support a home.
But now we are whole,
and this bullshit we`ve outgrown.
We tell the soldiers
we did what we could,
but we know we`re blades to the system,
and all that`s left are pieces of ...
WOOD ! ! !
Who are you to play god ?
Who is god to play by mood ?
Questions like these are worthless
when all that`s left are pieces of...
WOOD ! ! !