We're pulling hope apart, tearing at sutures and seams
Lifting out mountains, our futures and dreams
War and petrol tanks, guns and efficiencies
A melanoma of a human race, just another cancer to spit in our face
Cross border politics in the name of the cross
In the name of a corporation, incorporating companies of lust
It outweighs the good more times than I'd prefer
I think I might Bon Iver in a cabin in the forest
Somewhere news can't find me, what shall we say when
We can't exclaim “Oh dear God”
It has never been a part of me to think that what I've got
Is anything but pure chance, and maybe hard work
Those that make the biggest decisions have probably had some hard days too
But does that justify them?
What do the rings in your bark have to do with how hard you bite?
And how much longer then are you cut?
These saplings are not healthy, they do not get the sun they deserve
Or nurturing good soil
What resolution is there for us? Just wait for more floods?
What will it cost to save us? There isn't a price I'm not willing to pay
Burn the bark, let's bite back!
Burn the bark and bite back