When Will The Forest Speak…? - SikTh

Why can I not sleep?

Why am I turning?

Why are all the trees burning?

Forest fires, crooked liars

Why am I so sullen and drained?

In the bush, it’s raining

Lost man on his own

Has anyone thought to save him?

(him)

The monkey is waiting in the tree

Counts to three

Hearing the sound of the fume-fuelled wagon

He leaps on the back…

Attack!

Attack!

Attack!

(Attack! Attack!)

No old heathen, not today

The rain falls upon the acidic trees of the millennium scorn

The fire has vanished, leaving behind a trail of death for all to see

The birds & the trees, then you & me

They twitching on the floor

Twitching on the floor

They twitching on the forest floor

The yeti is waiting (The yeti is waiting)

The yeti is waiting for us (The yeti is waiting)

The yeti is waiting to take us into his home

Care for us just like one of his own

Wild bones!

Wild bones!

Wait!

The yeti no longer has a home

The trees are gone & nothing has grown

A table, a chair, an internet nightmare

When will the forest speak?

When all is dried up and way too weak

Wait for nightfall, it’s so beautiful out here

Up high in a wave of oxygen love I sit

Up high on this glorified cement postcard I spit

I spit

I spit upon thee

Wait for your red skies

Wait for the red skies

Do you know how it feels to be alive?

Do you know how it feels to be alive?

Let me know, let me know how you feel…

When will the forest speak?

When the trees are dried up and way too weak?

Wasting a life on calculations

Not enough money for operations

Waste of life, statistics, plastic soldiers

Sound of sticks rubbing together

All the people gather

All the people gather

Wait for the man, he must have a plan

Show me and make me a smile I can wear

Me & you we can make up too

No use for hate if you’re wearing my shoes

Be happy, be sad, be a wild rotten lamb

Don’t bother me now, I’m drenched to the bone

A sound of a truck and an axe and a fall

Of a tree and a knife and a planet so small

Sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone.

(stone stone stone)

Sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone!

Let me know how you feel…

Let me know how you feel

You say it’s too hot so you can take off your top

A clank of a slot machine coins

Machine coins bled unclean

A beaten old lizard staggers over the road

A hand and a heart, the lake in the park

The candle won’t light and the fire won’t spark

I’m worn and I’m torn but I still carry on

I’m worn and I’m torn but I still carry on

The money is angry, the money has taken the…

Watching mayhem leaping from truck to truck

This is where he rejoins his friends

They feast, they drink, they talk about

How things used to be…

I still can’t sleep

I still can’t sleep

I still can’t sleep

A million minds and a million voices

A million thoughts, and only one choice

The need to find peace