Cut The Tree - The Wolfgang Press

I wouldn’t say that I have found what I was looking for

I wouldn’t say that I was bound from what I am hiding from

These people follow me

I had the sound inside of me

The sound’s a crowd

The sound’s a crowd

My face is history, it’s never forgiven me

I didn’t say that I was sound

I wouldn’t say that I was round

I couldn’t help but walk on two legs

I couldn’t help but walk with two eyes

I found that I was beckoned, never to be seen again

I see the man I want to be, his name is purity

He’s walking free

He’s walking free

He’s walking free

I say why

I’ll turn around

I’ll turn around

And plant the seed

I’ll turn around

And plant the seed

A bigger tree

And all behind, it’s cutting me

It’s cutting me

I’ll turn around

I’ll turn around

This is no vial act of God

I’ll turn around

I’ll turn around

I’ll turn around

I’ll turn around

And plant the seed

A bigger tree

And all behind, it’s cutting me

It’s cutting me

It’s cutting me

It’s cutting me