A tree for all these problems,
And they can't find you for the moment,
Then for all past efforts,
They're buried deep beneath your heart,
Somewhere in your stomach
And hatred for all others,
When awful people, they surround you.
Ain't they just like monsters?
They come to feed on me
Giant little animals…
Though to say, we got much hope,
If I am lost,
It's only for a little while…
A tree for all these problems,
And they can't find us for the moment,
Then for all past efforts,
They're buried deep beneath our hearts,
Somewhere in our stomachs
And hatred for all others,
When awful people, they surround you,
Ain't they just like monsters?
They come to feed on us
Giant little animals…
Though to say, we got much hope,
If I am lost,
It's only for a little while…