Peel the paper from the bonesnA seed waits beneath the soilnThe ink is pushing further up your spinennFrom your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heartnnWeight bends the birches lownFades more with every blownA whisper spreads the letters randomlynnFrom your head grows a tree and the roots rip the words and the bitter rain leaves a mark of everlasting change deep in the pulp of your heartnnShould someone carve a heartnLet the blood hit the groundnIt adds a bit of truth, turns the chestnut into the sweetest fruitnDon´t let the raven nestnDon´t let it flynBye bye