And while the fires burned these trees have stood their ground
We hold them sacred here but now you come around
With all your greedy freinds who want to cut em down.
Short sighted selfish men
Theres no supply for your demand!
Just like a fascist state. Your genocidal traits.
clearcut, sterilize, and then you plant a monoculture.
you are insatiable! its unsustainnable
you think you own the trees
but your not takin none of these
Wreckless in their greed.
The wild and beutiful
We find our country robbed
of half its natural charm
another thing to kill
another factory farm