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