Sticks and stones of forests deep
Our home away from home
Runaway rivers, never-ending streams
Bonfires and darkened tomes
Hear our song, our haunting cries
Dead leaves and scattered ash
Forever under blackened skies
Our home, our first and last
Don't stand still, your gaze will turn a stone
Nomadic panoramic view will show you where to go
Don't stand still, your gaze will turn a stone
Restless feet, incredulously create a brand new home
Strip us of our feeble lives
Domesticated slaves
Dormant thoughts, unfathomed dreams
All caged eternally
Hear our song, our haunting cries
Dead leaves and scattered ash
Bending 'til we break the night
Our home we'll find at last
I embody all the flies
Inherit all the sky
Relinquish all the ties to the roots of my
Filthy tattered feet
My weakened bloody knees
My deathly shadowed dreams that stay hidden in the trees
Condemn my sullen life
Dismember all the strife
Escape this troubled mind that stays locked inside
Scrambling for the keys
Clutching any pleas
Pick up these two feet and run for the trees
