She
don’t wander in here...don’t wander in here...
She...she don’t wander in here...don’t wander in here...
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.
She don’t wander in here...don’t wander in here...
She...she don’t wander in here...don’t wander in here...
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 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 what you have to give.
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...
I will walk with my hands bound...
I walk into your garden, garden of stone.
I don’t know...I don’t care...
I don’t need you for me to live.
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