| 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... |