These ghosts wait in the trees to whisper to us
To plant doubts, lead us to despair and oblivion
Every life is surrounded by those who haunt
Recalling the sins against us and want justice
The shade is darkness in the form of obsidian
We hunger, fearful of getting what we want
Unaware that we are the only ones to blame
Should we not get enough, of trust or of love
The ghosts in the trees know us all by name
They linger, knowing no one gets enough
All our dreams vapid, all our lives dust
