Tekst:
The Man Eating Tree Vine

As if catching a wave, Only to sink down In hope of no Floor on the way. As if in one refined click A fate would be sealed Without a single hint of a

Will work and try To heal myself Will repair and weld Together the pieces Will quench and drown And fires i have lit Will free the birds I have caged

Tire Our shallow Enemies Of forging new villains Man, made of mud In his master's house Where hands of his Order the machine Forged in the flames of fire Man

The feeling Could almost be worn As easily As wearing a suit. Have become Blind in the search for light. Plateau of white Expanding into your dreams

woman in blue, she's asking for revenge The man in white, that's you, says, he has no friends The river is swollen up with rusty cans And the trees are

to rise And we sipped red wine with our lips upon the vine And our bodies got tangled in the night We came down from the trees, singing We came down from the trees

in blue, she's asking for revenge, the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends. The river is swollen up with rusty cans and the trees