Into the trees past meadow grounds   And further away from my home   Baying behind me I hear the hounds   Flock's chasing to find me alone      A trail of sickness leading to me   If I am haunted then you will see      Searching the darkness and emptiness   I'm hiding away from the sun   Will never rest, will never be at ease   All my matter's expired so I run      A trail of sickness leading to me   If I am haunted then you will see      There falls another   Vapor hands released the blade   Insane regrets at the drop   Instruments of death before me      Lose all to save a little at your peril, it's justified   And dismiss your demons as death becomes a jest   You are the laughing stock of the absinthe-minded   Confession stuck in your mouth and long-gone fevers reappear      Nocturnally helpless, weak in the light   Depending on a prayer   Pacing deserted roads to find a seed of hope      They are the trees   Rotten pulp inside, never well   Roots are sucking, thieving from my source   Tired boughs reaching for the light      It is all false pretension, harlequin forest   Awaiting redemption for a lifetime   As they die alone with no one by their side   Are they forgiven?      Stark determination   Poisoning the soul   Unfettered beast inside   Chiming sovereign control      And now the woods are burning   Tearing life-crops asunder   Useless blackened remains   Still pure smoldering