I`m a construct of your world, deep-rooted, polluted and tortured
Abused and altered, I just caught you eves dropping
Adam`s rising to pluck the fruit from off the branch
reaching out to touch your inner-drives
Cut me open and count the rings inside to see how long I`ve been alive
Containing forms of records about the types of storms I`ve weathered
Leave a stump for kids to carve initials as long as I`m remembered
But lessons go forgotten plus you don`t believe a thing
Listening to the whispering of my leaves in the wind
When the breezes begin you`re just concerned with flying kites
Till I tangle up your child`s play and get you climbing heights
Still reluctant to hear me out admiring the sites
You have no idea what it was like being nailed to Christ
You`re swinging from the twigs and limbs that used to hang your siblings
Have respect you selfish self-centered sack of man-made buildings
I was the original pinnacle but now I`m nothing to you but kindling
Tickling my inhibitions of naturally attracting children
Who have a funny idea of what forever is
I witnessed the first time lips kissed with stripped innocence
Not too long after that was I supplying shade
For a man caressing silverbacks trying to get laid
Monkeying around and now they`re all dying of A. I. D. S
Government guerilla tactics? That`s a farce, I bring the plagues
Cancer? That`s just icing on the cake, I nurse and feed ya
Cause you drained me of my sap with taps of perverse procedure
I hold your family background right down to the first amoeba
Watched you grow from just crustacean to a land mammal, it hurts to leave ya
But I`ve had enough, and it`ll be very relieving
Just who do you think supplies the air you`re breathing?
Humongous oxygen tanks? As if it`s all free
Constantly wondering where your dogs are at?
They`re barking up the wrong tree
Wanting proof of identification but I existed before fingerprints
Cognitive dissonance... I hear chainsaws in the distance
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody`s there to hear it
Does it make a sound? I`ll go down quietly but you`re feel it
Still these sick like thoughts keep eating away at my inside
Till I`m nothing but hollowed out hide..
The dead tree`s still standing, here comes the hunting-ax of lumberjacks
So I attract like lightning when the thunder cracks, I`m under attack
So I may finally... stop... stumble... relax...
