I feel the bite of sharpened steel
The only truth that I can feel
He swings the blade with steady hand
Above the grey and salted land
Cut the yew and let it fall
Answer to the MIDI call
Deep inside the copper wire
Burning with a digital fire
The Lumbridge wind is thin and cold
A story told in pixels bold
He does not see my golden grain
He only seeks the easy gain
Cut the yew and let it fall
Answer to the MIDI call
Deep inside the copper wire
Burning with a digital fire
The loop repeats a hollow chime
A clock that counts a frozen time
He chops the wood in rhythmic beat
Until the cycle is complete
Cut the yew and let it fall
Answer to the MIDI call
Deep inside the copper wire
Burning with a digital fire
My roots are deep in heavy clay
While light of morning turns to grey
He takes the log and walks away
Another debt he has to pay
Iron teeth and heavy weight
Locked inside a coded fate
Break the branch and break the spell
Ringing like a copper bell
I watch the road where players tread
Until the evening sky turns red
The axe returns to strike again
A loop of labor and of pain
Cut the yew and let it fall
Answer to the MIDI call
Deep inside the copper wire
Burning with a digital fire
Steel on the bark.
Cold metal spark.
Falling down slow.
