Cut The Tree

I wouldn’t say that I have found what I was looking for
I wouldn’t say that I was bound from what I am hiding 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 see the man I want to be, his name is purity
He’s walking free
He’s walking free
He’s walking free
I say why
I’ll turn around
I’ll turn around
And plant the seed
I’ll turn around
And plant the seed
A bigger tree
And all behind, it’s cutting me
It’s cutting me
I’ll turn around
I’ll turn around
This is no vial act of God
I’ll turn around
I’ll turn around
I’ll turn around
I’ll turn around
And plant the seed
A bigger tree
And all behind, it’s cutting me
It’s cutting me
It’s cutting me
It’s cutting me