(Corboe)

In the dead of night, head lights act as a beacon of hope.
Distracting you from the dark sort of helping you cope.
It's a long bleak road to be driven alone.
So hold on to that glimpse of home.
When you fall deep down the hole and stubble upon those roots that let you grow.
Those stepping stones you skipped on water.
Those sweet summer days and nights that follow.
When stars swallow dreams, no return to sender
was embedded in the letter, don't you remember
when you lost your temper
and next day delivered the death wish
without thinking you would be affected?
I just don't get it. We've all be a tourist. a wondering soul.
getting lost in the forest searching gold.
This hard knock life just takes a toll.
Just do your best try not to explode.


(Chorus)

In that forest we're all left behind.
Near the makeshift gallows
The calm is sublime.
When the moves been made.
The plans been devised.
When the going gets tough
the temperature rise.


(Owel Five)

No cause for terror,
the calm and still Aokigahara.
The Sea of Trees don't mean to scare ya
but yet their silence screams omertà.
Just be the character then read the story
of how you need that home, hikikomori.
Can't see the signs or even heed the warning.
That trail through the woods never leads to glory.
Don't leave. I'm sorry cause I should have been there.
I know you really haven't had that good of a year.
I tell you "take a seat." I even pull up a chair
but all you do is hit the exit like wouldn't have cared.
I simply wasn't aware and how was in supposed to know
you'd do-see-do, don't talk, pose and go.
It's only no. Never yes. Close the door.
Plummet from the trees to the ocean floor.


(Chorus)

In that forest we're all left behind.
Near the makeshift gallows
The calm is sublime.
When the moves been made.
The plans been devised.
When the going gets tough
the temperature rise.

(Ending)

Walk down,
Follow the line.
Leave all the tears behind.
Hearts drown into the tides,
Keeping the green alive.