Anxiety Disorder - My Heart Lies Buried Beneath Beech Tree Leaves - Part I

[Spoken Words and Lyrics by Ren Smith]

There is calm in the forest, in this place I sit and watch, time can pass so slowly.
I cut out the disease, and bury it beneath within the roots of the tree.
I have seen the leaves fall and bury the past,
the leaves rotting as the trees grow stronger,
their roots pushing ever deeper feasting of the decay below,
reaching forever upwards towards the sun.

[Lyrics by V. Răzvan]

Following the dusty path that leads to the forest.
The place where my heart has cried so many times.
Old Beech trees are embracing me with their thick branches.
They have seen my pain so many times.
It was not once we shared our pain to each other.

Their leaves are starting to fall,
like rotten tears of acid burning everything that is wrong in this world.
Not once mankind has tried to destroy the beauty of this forest.

May the tears of the forest burn the flesh of the modern man!
He is not worthy of this beauty!

Mutated birds are coughing out blood.
Not a trill remains in the forest.
Emptiness has taken over what once was around us.
Newly deserted, only this plague remains.

As my journey into the plagued forest continues,
I reach a rocky hill where I rest my weakened body,
trying to remember the beauty and peace of this land...