Clearcut these treesnThe forest falls upon younWhispering sweet nothingsnNothing to hold on tonnIf a tree falls, does it make a soundnI'm sure it would if others were aroundnBy itself it falls quite silentnUnwillingly crashing to the ground so quietnnDying alone is no way to gonLoneliness a disease and what's left to shownSouless eyes, empty heartsnThis cycle ends, once again it startsnnEveryone is searching for an axenTo cut them down and bring them backnDragged through the forest, tearing each limbnA voice hasn't spoken, how long has it been?nnSurrounded by likeness, among all these treesnMurmuring, Oh cut me, cut me down please.nTo leave the solitude, enter the blissnClose your tired eyes and forget about thisnnSoon your branches will be torn off your backnPain you won't feel, like a faint heart attacknDull your eyes, sharpen your grinnShouting, Tear me, vut me, pull me back in.