Lost in your forest

Your chlorophyll fills my senses

My skins a chill, my stomach ill But to me it only adds to thrill

Oh, oh, oh

I'm rotting away in vain

Oh, oh, oh

But that rotting keeps me sane

In time

Your leave will fall see it all

The thorns, the vines, the skies ahead

My brain won't register

Will you replenish her?

Or is she- already

Oh, oh, oh

Rotting away in vain

Oh, oh, oh

Will the rotting keep her sane?