Sage Francis Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Tree Of Knowledge Lyrics

I'm a construct of your world, deep-rooted, polluted and tortured

 Abused and altered, I just caught you eves dropping

 Adam's rising to pluck the fruit from off the branch

 reaching out to touch your inner-drives

 Cut me open and count the rings inside to see how long I've been alive

 Containing forms of records about the types of storms I've weathered

 Leave a stump for kids to carve initials as long as I'm remembered

 But lessons go forgotten plus you don't believe a thing

 Listening to the whispering of my leaves in the wind

 When the breezes begin you're just concerned with flying kites

 Till I tangle up your child's play and get you climbing heights

 Still reluctant to hear me out admiring the sites

 You have no idea what it was like being nailed to Christ

 You're swinging from the twigs and limbs that used to hang your siblings

 Have respect you selfish self-centered sack of man-made buildings

 I was the original pinnacle but now I'm nothing to you but kindling

 Tickling my inhibitions of naturally attracting children

 Who have a funny idea of what forever is

 I witnessed the first time lips kissed with stripped innocence

 Not too long after that was I supplying shade

 For a man caressing silverbacks trying to get laid

 Monkeying around and now they're all dying of A. I. D. S

 Government guerilla tactics? That's a farce, I bring the plagues

 Cancer? That's just icing on the cake, I nurse and feed ya

 Cause you drained me of my sap with taps of perverse procedure

 I hold your family background right down to the first amoeba

 Watched you grow from just crustacean to a land mammal, it hurts to leave ya

 But I've had enough, and it'll be very relieving

 Just who do you think supplies the air you're breathing?

 Humongous oxygen tanks? As if it's all free

 Constantly wondering where your dogs are at?

 They're barking up the wrong tree

 Wanting proof of identification but I existed before fingerprints

 Cognitive dissonance... I hear chainsaws in the distance

 If a tree falls in the forest and nobody's there to hear it

 Does it make a sound? I'll go down quietly but you're feel it

 Still these sick like thoughts keep eating away at my inside

 Till I'm nothing but hollowed out hide..

 The dead tree's still standing, here comes the hunting-ax of lumberjacks

 So I attract like lightning when the thunder cracks, I'm under attack

 So I may finally... stop... stumble... relax...