With a crooked trunk, striving to grow, flung from Heaven
to the wood below.
My crooked branches hands, hands of thorns bear no fruit.
Black veins and vultures with saw-toothed mouths following me to the valley, you said you'd be there, but you're not, so where are you now?
Did you know I'd forfeit my body when you bled to win the crown for me?
So hurl me down.
I only speak when you pull of my leaves,
tied to the ground, bleeding and screaming I'm roots from a seed.
Ropes growing down out of my feet, to this prison I'm bound.
My savior! My savior!
Depart from me!
I know I've built this anchor and tied it to my neck,
there are boards over my eyes,
and there's no light in the cracks.
I don't know my own name, in you I am new.
Depart from me I never knew you!
to the wood below.
My crooked branches hands, hands of thorns bear no fruit.
Black veins and vultures with saw-toothed mouths following me to the valley, you said you'd be there, but you're not, so where are you now?
Did you know I'd forfeit my body when you bled to win the crown for me?
So hurl me down.
I only speak when you pull of my leaves,
tied to the ground, bleeding and screaming I'm roots from a seed.
Ropes growing down out of my feet, to this prison I'm bound.
My savior! My savior!
Depart from me!
I know I've built this anchor and tied it to my neck,
there are boards over my eyes,
and there's no light in the cracks.
I don't know my own name, in you I am new.
Depart from me I never knew you!