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Branches hang low in this sea of trees, Along with hope and our heads. This was a place of life, of beauty Now a shrine full of misery and regret. Branches hang low in this sea of trees, This was a place of life, of beauty May it rot Feeling my way through this dark forest, To find a place to rest my head With only my hands to see The deeper I find myself, the silence grows I think this is what it means to be alone The deeper I find myself, the silence it grows The deeper I go, the silence grows The deeper I go, it grows Just like the world around me is muted With only my heart and my thoughts to hear I think this is what it means to be alone. My weathered hands press against this motionless body Searching for a pulse, searching for any sign of life. How long have I been rotting? How long have I been rotting? How long have I been rotting for? How long? Bury me at the base of my family tree Let the soil consume me Take me back to the start Back to the beginning Back to my roots
Back to my roots Bury me, at the base of my family tree Bury me, let the soil consume me Soil consume me