The Grove

Cut the line I've heard the rest

You'll never get me answering

To the cold hand of the dying man

Bred to take and to rape what the leavers left



Oh come on.

Show a little mercy to dying suns

Oh come on

Show a little mercy to humble ones



Some will go as the timid type

Facing down soul strapped inside

The method of the trilene knot

Never fails until the line is cut



So come on

Show a little sympathy tired ones

So come on

Show a little empathy busy ones

And slow down



We are all flesh and bone

Mere vessels so exposed

Just walking on the grove

We are constant wrath

With what we think we own

While we walk upon

And tread upon the grove



On the contrary some will walk

In the dirt cut up by the dogs

Soaking up the sun and rain

Just to break and to shake up captivity



So come on

Destruction is the nature of everyone

So come on

Destruction is the killer of everyone

So calm down



We are all flesh and bone

Mere vessels so exposed

Just walking on the grove

We are constant wrath

With what we think we own

While we walk upon

And tread upon the grove