I can't see the wood for the trees
I can't see the trees for the mirrors
I've hung on the branches
But I can see myself, so many angles
Pride, self-protection, pleasure, pain
Such clear vision, no long-term vision of value
The trees right in front
They're covered in mirrors
I can't appreciate the here or the now
All I hear is how my own heart beats
My own mind ticks
Falling into satan's tricks
The wood could be heaven, but I don't look that far
The trees is where I am but I don't take notice of the beauty
I hang mirrors. So many angles
Such clear vision. I see myself so clearly
No long-term vision of value
Take down the mirrors. Take in the trees
Take in the view that draws you
That calls you, groaning
You're before the trees. In the peace of the forest
This is where you are