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…