Drudge to the Thicket Lyrics

A monument to all past failures and woe.
The mighty fir digs deep into the earth,
absorbing its very life source.

Its guarded branches cut stone and flesh alike -
forming an inescapable labyrinth,
infinite when looked upon.

Majestic and grand: stealing my eyes
and consuming my thoughts.

Slave to its will, dependent upon its guidance -
I live forever trapped, limited,
deprived of true life.

I client o its branches where sparse nutrients lie,
as I gaze past the horizon at infinite brush,
contrasting all of my brethren
sunken deep into the mud,
never to escape the will of the mighty.

Incision follows cut, then bludgeon of the cursed fir...
the tree weeps acrid sap.

All of my efforts are useless, it seems...
Horrifically, its saplings prey on my fears
regenerating what was forgotten:
necessarily hidden in the filth,
providing sustenance for the thicket.

Forever I'll remain, entangled in the roots,
trapped behind the gnarled branches -
wondering what may have laid
in the green pastures seemingly so far away.

All of my life, culminating into one act.
The act which would bind myself into slavery.