Headhaunter:
Axe heads glisten in the twilight
Chop the guards down
Whittle them all down to nothing
See, the wood chips blot the stars out
I cough up a dark cloud
Heart burns with forest fires
Animals howl at the scene, as our kingdom is surely fortified
I'm followed around by organ grinders
With some somber songs as evergreens
Are drained of all their color
As they fall and fall to frenzied swings
From this death machine
That's hacking at the tangled roots
No conscience barks at me
Grab ancient sequoias to break in two, ooh

Chorus:
I just chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a living
Under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes
I just chop and chop
Non stop won't halt or take a minute
In the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions
I still chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a killing
Chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling
Of being over encumbered and not in control
Work the rest of my days but I wanna go home

Ibrahim:
Yo, I'm kissing maple trees with chainsaw tongues
Watch em bleed sap and leave behind a trail of dropped crumbs
And then stitch a million acre quilt of ivy and moss
I'm an automaton with a hatchet striking a clock
In a metropolis populated by sycamore and hickory
The rhythms of falling logs and a snapping twig symphony, and
As half tempo while my watch goes by
And the sun crawls across the sky, I chop at pines
In the grasp of drowsy father time
My dream is splintered fragments
Visions of timber split by axes
Paths littered with future cribs and caskets
Every swing a pendulum sever roots till their cleft in two
Cause it's all i've ever known and it's all i'll ever do
Chorus:
I just chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a living
Under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes
I just chop and chop
Non stop won't halt or take a minute
In the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions
I still chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a killing
Chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling
Of being over encumbered and not in control
Work the rest of my days but I wanna go home

Headhaunter:
Dim blue light refracts off axe heads from shadows to rainbows
And leaves your psyche impacted when it glows, it accents the pathos
A uproot dandelion weeds until they blow the sun out
Oaks are tugged down, while eternity still laughs and pokes his tongue out
And now I cut every hedge into animals watch em come to life
I daydream an off world escape, where I live far away on the upper side, but
Still in tune for ever and i'm compos mentis
And drop a sweat into the void where the chop chops are endless

Chorus:
I just chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a living
Under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes
I just chop and chop
Non stop won't halt or take a minute
In the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions
I still chop and chop
Chop the forest down to make a killing
Chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling
Of being over encumbered and not in control
Work the rest of my days but I wanna go home