The Bodies of Trees

We are the wheels
That turn and grind
We are the wings
The birds that fly
We have no choice
A voice extreme
Fall down the birds
The hurricane

Oh why, oh why
Oh why, oh why

We are the trees
The wood within
The chains and things
Our bodies fed
We are the worms
That feed inside
The hollow home
Where lovers die

Oh why, oh why
Oh why, oh why
Oh why, oh why
Oh why, oh why