Sorrowful stories
I knew all they’ve shown
This bitch too rich ever understands
And she’s always known

Things from the forest die here
But I don't
Dead forest things are offered here
But I'm not

Ourselves we’re blind
Nothing of our cries
Giving and getting it
Wishing martyrs so gratified

Things from the forest die here
But I don't
Dead forest things are offered here
But I'm not
But I’m not
But I’m not
But I’m not