the direction of the eye
so misleading
the defection of the soul
nausously 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…