We make things better, we make things hard   A shelter of sorrow grows in the dark   Oh, how long must the soul survive   Under the weight of these haunted pines?      Set the woods on fire   Set the woods on fire, now      Like [Incomprehensible] and the thin blue line   You're not guilty but you're doing time   Oh, how long must the soul endure   To find silences on [Incomprehensible]?      Set the woods on fire   Set the woods on fire, now      We make things better, we make things hard   We make things better, we make things hard, no   Oh, how high will the flames reach?   Behind every tree is just another dream      Set the woods on fire   Set the woods on fire   Set the woods on fire   Set the woods on fire, now