Cut the Tree

I wouldn't say that I have found what I was lookin' for

I wouldn't say that I was bound from what I'm hidin' from

These people follow me

I had the sound inside of me

The sound's a crowd, the sound's a crowd

My face is history

It's never forgiven me

I didn't say that I was sound

I wouldn't say that I was round

I couldn't help but walk on two legs

I couldn't help but walk with two eyes

I found that I was beckoned

Never to be seen again

I've seen the man I want to be

His name is purity

He's walking free, he's walking free

I said, "Why?"

I'll turn around

I'll turn around

And plant the seed

I'll turn around

And plant the seed

Of bigotry

And all behind

It's crowding me

It's crowding me

I'll build them up

I'll burn the fire

This is the final act of God

I'll turn around

I'll turn around

I'll turn around

I'll turn around

I'll turn around

I'll turn around

I'll turn around

And plant the seed

Of bigotry

And all behind

It's crowding me

It's crowding me

It's crowding me

It's crowding me

It's crowding me

It's crowding me

It's crowding me