I feel that I'm always sawing through the branch That I'm sitting on, I hope it will never break free But I know that my cut's not the real problem here It's a cancer that's in the body of this tree And all the boughs will break and all the leaves will crumble If they're not allowed to grow They'll surely fall to be swept away And the bloom will feel the rake When the blossom takes it's tumble If they're not allowed to grow they'll surely fall A flower must have sunlight like a song must be heard The ego needs an audience for the id to be stirred But if we sell for the sake of sales And those that want to buy Are we playing for ourselves or just acting out a lie? Life is far too simple for our lives to be complex We take things like God, love, and life And pile them in our human mess We suffocate the bloom with man-made walls and fences We suffocate the bloom with false righteousness