Patrick Fitzgerald - Wolves , Crows lyrics

I leave my screams in the hole of a tree Leave my woes in its poisoned leaves Poor tree, its sap thick with my dull life's sicknesses I greet the tree each sorrowful day To leave my horrors and then walk away My skin smooths over, my wrinkles clear, and I can sleep The poor tree pulls its branches down to weep Weighted down with sorrows deep Poor tree I used to hunt for its shape in the copse Now to the violent park I coolly walk It's easy to see the burdened tree, it rots It's wounded by my petty discontents But I refuse to let the poor tree be I expect to find it dead, the scream hole scabbed And a nearby sapling in dread The poor tree pulls its branches down to weep Weighted down with sorrows deep Poor tree I have begun to fear the trees revenge I know it's called out for wolves and crows To make a bony necklace of me So I can no longer horrify its roots The poor tree, when the lights go down low Calls for the company of crows Wolves/crows, great carnivores To gnaw me into carnival bones