Wailing Wood

That human you knew here
Is falling seven stages
Is heading down to hell
He's turning back your will
He's ripping out his skin
He's hoping to return (you'll never be again)
To feel his flesh once more (never a man again)
Your eyes and fingers are my thorns
Your voice and pain are one

I'm taking down that tree
To have a chance now
I'm taking down that tree
And feel alive once more
My mangle arms are wailing
I've been making of my home just a gibbet