Garden
The direction of the eye
so misleading
The defection of the soul
nauseously quick
I dont question our existance
I just question our modern needs
I will walk... with my hands bound
I will walk... with my face blood
I will walk... with my shadow flag
into your garden
garden of stone
After all is done
and were still alone
I wont be taken
yet Ill
walk... with my hands bound
i dont show...
i dont share...
i dont need...
what you have to give...
garden of
I will walk.. into.. your garden
i dont know...
i dont care...
i dont need you...