You'll hear it before you see it
They're always on
You'll fear it before you be it
Don't dare to go there alone
Behind the hill
In the valley
By the stream
Lies the forest
All of them hear
The noise that never ends
All of them fear
But everyone pretends
Maybe we could meet there
Weave our way through the whirring spines
Maybe we could bleed there
Fuel the ground for some more time
This world is a chainsaw forest for me and you
It hungers, screams, lusts for bloody fuel
We could be careful as fuck as we tread through
While we wrap wicked wounds with weary words
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For you, because you love alliteration.
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