owen forsyth - the hall of reflections Lyrics

There's a tree that follows me around the walk
Molding me into clay
Every time I go out
All past memories staring
Directly back at me
I kept trying to offer back my soul
To a reflection in the hall
Who stares blankly at all
The twisted heads uncoiling
The rope I am high on
All on my own to hide the waves
That crashed in a broken frame
All flowing out
To an ideal heaven
Let me reign in peace
Heaven hang over me
Break my limbs to grow again
Heaven hangs over me
A bleeding branch for a quiet death
Tethered and burned
My soul bleeds down into
The seventh circle of hell
Trees cry for endless miles