Gold doesn't glitter here
Not in the soil
But something darker makes the blood boil
Roots of the forest reach out like claws
To feed him something deeper than applause
There's a rustle beneath the leaves
A murmur he never believes
It's not the hunt, it's not the prize
But a voice that beckons among the lies
The forest hums
But you're deaf to its song
Trading your heart
For riches that don't belong
Every step that you take, you're further untrue
The more you consume, the less you accrue
His eyes are sharp
But they don't see the way
The forest is dying, bleeding decay
Every tree that falls is a piece of his soul
He tears at the earth but it won't make him whole
There's a flicker in his mind
A thread of doubt
But he tugs on it harder, just to drown it out
The hollow that grows where his spirit once was
Now filled with the echoes of the things he's lost
There's a gnawing in his bones
A hunger that drives him to break everything he's known
The path is paved with promises sweet
But the fruits are rotten beneath his feet
The forest hums
But you're deaf to its song
Trading your heart
For riches that don't belong
Every step that you take, you're further untrue
The more you consume, the less you accrue
In the silence
A cold wind stirs
A distant howl that no one hears
It speaks of a king with a crown of ash
Of a heart once golden
Now turned to glass
In the heart of the woods
Where the greed once roamed
All that's left
Is the silence
Of a kingdom
Overthrown