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
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