the direction of the eye
so misleading
the defection of the soul
nauseously quick
I don't question
our existence
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
we're still alone
I won't be taken
yet I'll go...
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
I don't show...
I don't share...
I don't need
what you have to give...