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