Garden

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...yeah... After all is done, and we're still alone I won't be taken, yet I'll go...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, yeah...what you have to give... Oooh, 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...oh... I will walk with my hands bound I will walk into your garden, garden of stone... I don't know...I don't care... I don't need you for me to live...yeah, yeah, yeah, oh...