The Trees

The trees are alive With the sound of silence My eyes bleed At the sight of screams Does it have a reason To park in my instrument case? Because it touches me And makes noises at night And I never get a break Passing by the ocean breeze As it trips me I fall down the stairs Into your hair But I got no place to go And I’m everywhere All these things confusing me Makes it hard to care I’d love to help you out with your science experiment But now you’re dead