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

After all is done

And we're still alone

I won't be taken

Yet I'll go with my hands bound

I don't show

I don't share

What you have to give

Oh, I will walk with my hands bound

Garden

I will walk into your garden

I don't know

I don't care

You for me to live