Anvil - The Chainsaw

Murdering wilderness teaming with life

Cold blooded killers armed with mechanized knife

Razor sharp blades slicing limb from limb

When the motor is revving, let the cutting begin

Tooth picks from logs or pulp and paper

Raping a harvest, stealing from nature

Ravaging hillsides until nothing remains

Depleting oxygen, an industries pains

The chainsaw

At the core an industry

That makes its money from society

Give the people what they need

Take a forest, plant a seed
Slice and dice, chemically treat

Over and over it will repeat

Oak, maple, birch, and pine

The receding of the forest line

The chain of blades do spin round

Taking trees to the ground

Deadly cost to environment

Watch just where your money`s spent

Supply demand is on the rise

Self destruction in disguise

Blades of steel that never stop

The cutting of another crop

The chainsaw