Like a Tree EP

This is an experimental EP I've been working on with 5 tracks: 0:00 - Branches and Leaves 3:02 - After 4:51 - Crooked Twigs 8:42 - Firestorm 10:06 - Through the Ages For a long time I'd just do instrumental music only, but I'm trying to experiment around with vocals and finding a sound that works. Riffs and melodies in some of these songs are borrowed ideas from years ago when I originally came up with them, but this is putting them to use. I can't say for sure what genre this would fall under, but I would guess progressive rock/nu-metal. Lyrics: "Branches and Leaves" Take on the breeze as the sky turns gray (as the wind rages) as the wind rages, my arms sway Seasons change and I don't know where to begin Hurricane comes to strip the leaves off my skin (the hurricane rushes to the end) Hurricane rushes to the end A moment to breathe in the eye of a storm Another wave approaches... Will I ever return to form? Will I ever return to form? (can I maybe survive this storm) Will I ever return to form?! Seasons change and I don't know where to begin Hurricane comes to strip the leaves off my skin Branches bend until they finally break Destruction, left in its final wake "After" When the dust settles Invoke the violent calm What happens after the snow hits my palm? My feathered friends fly in migration I stay here planted no choice but isolation Life itself held in the roll of the dice What happens after the air turns to ice What happens... x4 What happens after (what happens after...) "Crooked Twigs" Days go on by; I've lost count Frozen rigid silence Present absence, lifeless life Colors washed out, no vibrance I feel the inverse of a gift, my special curse Hello oblivion, welcoming the undone Hanging on a thread Petrified and brittle My hands resemble the dead what crooked twigs mean so little Crisp air flows so thin dormant in this mannequin I stay still within, dying just to live again Too much coverage to take in the sun's rays A sharpened edge, the hollowed heart displays Nights last all day, and all week Someone...anyone out there? Smoke and mirrors, or just haze Fire spreading in the air! The flames, they burst and take all my neighbors first Embers flowing past me miss Somehow I survive all of this Hanging on a thread Petrified and brittle My hands resemble the dead what crooked twigs mean so little Charred air choking me Smoke and blaze is all to see Silence; become clear What am I still doing here? What? (am I still doing here?) "Through the Ages" (Lost in this moving dimension) (Yet I feel like I'm right at home) (Taking me a ride through the ages) Trick the mind, play the games whatever spins the world Here I find it's all the same Thoughts painted on horizon's mural Time rewinds; retrograde mixes together in swirls Lost in this moving dimension Yet I feel like I'm right at home Taking me a ride through the ages Planted to this post is the only place that I've known Worse than the worst of my fears: isolation for years No sense in crying; I've ran out of tears So I stare into the abyss awaiting deaths kiss Until then I can only reminisce The haze goes away Letting in the first ray Subtly I feel tension arrive Suddenly, ascension of a great revive See the end begin once more The cycle starts to repeat Time will send what we've been waiting for This priceless view doesn't need a receipt This, my friend, settles the score... the answer to the questions lies at our feet Travelling this moving dimension Now I can say that I'm right at home I carry on throughout the ages Standing at this post is the only place that I need to know