In search of prey
I don’t have much to fear
From this land of grey
The forest went sour
When life turned cold
I don’t have much to beg
To this fruitless soil
I gave up hope
For an awakening
These slopes of earth died long ago
But it’s still welcoming
I stayed true to this place
Even in darkest times
The breath in my lungs and the beating of pistons
Are the sounds of life
Lungs
and pistons
Beat the same
Sap and poison
Now taste the same
I
don’t wait much from this place
Its roots bring thirst and hunger
I don’t want much from this place
Its air is filled with viciousnessThese
leaves cut like blades
And ghosts gather in the clearings
These leaves cut like blades
And ghosts gather in the clearings
Memories
of better days
Have now changed to dust
I see wingless birds
And copper oaks left to rust
I’m
the only son
Of the Iron Forest
I’m the only son
Of the Iron ForestThere’s
no resurrection to what’s dead
There’s no redemption to what’s rotten
