Kodama

Come all you mortals and gather round,
To hear the tale of the spiral down.
The ancient heart within us all,
Forced to splinter into nothing at all.
Come the Tall-Tale Industry.
There was The Spirit and The Machine.
The mechanical philistine,
That demanded for order and perfection;
Power over the great unseen.
Come the Tall-Tale Industry.
The Spirit was made obsolete,
When the machine hatched a heartless scheme.
That understood she could be enslaved,
To do just what she does so naturally.

Under it's authority, they turned her into a factory.
Tradition ruled that she ought to be.
The farce of law that she give her sons one by one,
Unwillingly, until she's done.

To the Tall-Tale Industry.
You'll give your dreams up one by one,
To the machine until you're gone.
The horrors of etiquette, how to speak and think,
Who to marry and what to eat
To the Tall-Tale Industry.
Come children, to hear the warped generation
Should they realize they were forced to,
Pass on such a twisted belief,
Just because it's always been.
To the Tall-Tale Industry.
Tradition, Laws, and Lies.
The prison of Civility,
Tall-Tale Industry.