This Tree Is Set To Fell (The Devil Had The Right Idea)

[Verse 1]
This tree is set to fell
Not tomorrow not today
No-one here would miss this tree
It would go anyway

[Verse 2]
This tree has grown outside it's soil
Not in an inspirational way
This tree has grown tired of it's body
This slumber won't fade away

[Chorus]
My roots compress my chest, I can't breathe
Half plant and half who knows
Traumatised by the way my body performs
And the way my body grows
I will fell myself like a lumberjack
Woodchip my body away
Carve out myself an idol
'Til these feelings woe astray

[Verse 3]
Calling out into the void but the void doesn't hear me
The void is on the phone line the void has killed my friends
I won't let you're touch come near mе
Stimulation is a nervous passage directly to my brain

[Chorus]
My roots comprеss my chest I can't breathe
Half plant and half who knows
Traumatised by my performance
And the way my body grows
I will fell myself like a lumberjack
Woodchip my body away
Carve myself an idol
Till these feelings woe astray