The Man-Eating Tree - The Vessel

As the shadows grow taller
Wading through emotions
There, she caresses

The act of despair, vile
In waiting
The resentment will follow
Like the nausea

Oh well now it is just a matter
Of when and how to share
Thy loving embrace

Mistaken, then accused
True reason could be found closer
Than one might think

There is nothing to be proud of
As I walk unhallowed ground
There is nothing to be proud of
As we are what we are

Doctrines of submission carved
In these eager hearts
There is the void to put us under
Now we walk unhallowed ground
As we die a bit more
Yes we die a bit more
There is the void to pull us under
Cause we are a bit more apart

There is nothing to be proud of
As I walk unhallowed ground
There is nothing to be proud of
As we are what we are
There is nothing to be proud of...
...As we are not sure what we've lost

This barren soil, reflecting
This barren soil
What used to be