Once never knew that through the roots they communicate
it's only once they wither i ruminate
as i look towards the end, forgot where it began
lost links that perhaps were never truly made
bitterness can be medicine, only if you can swallow it
never the less, i falter my steps
try to learn stories but can't talk to the dead
in purgatory til the hollowness sheds
and i become one with lost friends, crushes, enemies
touch of relief, mend the crushed limbs of this tree
but here in lies the paradox and i'm free
as much as i ain't locked in penitentiary
and yet he be like the tree dodging the creeping vine
misery loves company, but you ain't seeing mine
misfit who couldn't switch the script for peace of mind
still can't tell if i forget what i leave behind

parchments of a recluse tree
feeling the fade of the roots beneath
As my leaves grey, the truth recedes
trying to escape a non-lucid dream
parchments of a recluse tree
feeling the fade of the roots beneath
feeling the fade of the roots
feeling the fade of the...

heard a beautiful voice in dream, i think it was yours
but when i look to see, i diminish the chord
Every insect i crush, I await what's for me
Reaching for heaven, disconnected from the dirt
Was it love or lust? a taste of reprieve?
a case of when you try to recreate what you see?
in the midst of scorn, tenderness withers it's form
a tether of dreamed togetherness that never belonged
evaluations of mirrors, discussions with echoes
yet it's this song or the repercussions i let go
the rotting meadow, harboring a bitter ghost
plucking the "you never knows"
in standstill, getting sucked in perpetual growth
fears and jealousies, ornery of the sickly grove
embellishing tales of untamed familiars
artifacts of forgotten pasts fade, the relics rest

under the recluse tree
feeling the fade of the roots beneath
As my leaves grey, the truth recedes
trying to escape a non-lucid dream
parchments of a recluse tree
feeling the fade of the roots beneath
feeling the fade of the roots
feeling the fade of the...