This world of death

I hear the chop, chop, chop

Of the steel connecting with the wood

I fall down, down, down

Clinging to my branch

I feel the rush, rush, rush

Blood rushing to my head

The pain hits, hits, hits

As I touch the ground

I lie still, still, still

My vision spinning

As I cling, cling, cling

To shreds of hope

We’re gone, gone, gone

I’m the last one left

I say bye, bye, bye

To this world of death