Garden over me, the secret I love most,. God and Man agree to giving up the ghost,. High above the moon, the sun has left the sky,. I would love to know if you're the reason why..
Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown,. I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone;. I give in to the weight of the kick,. So weary of waiting and hoping for this,.
Across the plateau no clouds storm the sky,. Above the riverbed the world's run dry,. I beat the air, for those who hear,. And through the night my call goes out unheard,.
If I won't live a lie it's in my self defence. That I remember hiding then. If I'm eroding all the innocence. Am I running rigid once again?. . And he won't hear me now in the darkest hour.
Whenever I was silenced, when I was on my own. A brutal cold existence, I believed I was gone. Now I stand no longer nameless. Though I've lost more than I'll find.
Time takes my time. I, here to myself, hold the silence in. Torn from my hand. So heavy now you're a world away. Though they rage, these little lies. I've grown so cold.
I) After all. Following everything I've known. I was wondering all alone. Waiting for a time that might have been. My own way down. Suddenly everything is wrong.
All the memories that lead to isolation. All the time we didn't share. When we set adrift half-forgotten lies. Will the madness still be there?. Who of all you now will ride the lows and highs?.
So the certanty is I can get no air,. Getting nowhere at all,. Open-ended and suspended one by one,. In the slipstream,. And Harvest hold the horrbag,.
Beyond imagination, born of blood and fire. In splendid isolation, I have lived. Corrupted and conspiring. All I wanted, all I was living for. An end to all the silent sweet revenge.