The direction of the eye
So misleading
The defection of the soul
Nauseously quick
I don't 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 won't be taken
Yet ill
Walk
With my hands bound
I don't show
I don't share
I don't need
What you have to give
Garden of
I will walk
Into
Your garden
I don't know
I don't care
I don't need you
