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