Cutting me down for that ugly rest, br Bringing down from me that pretty nest br Stripping out the leaves of mine, br Down and down with that blade's canine br br Beaten up was me with that sharpened axe, br Leaving behind those immortal cracks br Drop by dropp fell my swollen tears, br They never knew that cutting me was a global fear br br This humanity turned out to be too much fake, br Who will cherish the loneliness of that lovely snake? br Listening to my words they started to cry, br Visible were the tears of that helpless butterfly br br Am leaving the world my dear friends, br Lucky were you not being a hunt for this human trend br Am leaving the world br Am leaving the worldbr br Stephen Paulbr br