Marionettes, inc.

Well who the hell are you to say that nothing changes
Because I haven’t seen stay the same
Our towns get crushed and buried under ground
And then they build new cities around
And all we are is broken down

I never thought I’d be planted like a tree and stand with my arms open wide
Branches grasping at air all around it until I can be cut down and burned
Won’t that be a beautiful thing to see? My body is part of the earth
And all these words will mean much more
And all we are will mean much more