Forest of Fellatio Lyrics

Can I not tread on these unholy branches any longer?
The ground is worn, my feet are stuck in god knows what
[Refrain]
I would contemplate existentialist bullshit if the trees weren't fucking staring me down
This can't seriously be a motherfucking lake

This makes no goddamn sense I'm going home (fuck this)
At least 'til I get some head of illusion