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the direction of the eye
so misleading
the defection of the soul
nauseously quick
I donīt 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
weīre still alone
I wonīt be taken
yet Iīll 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 donīt show...
I donīt share...
I donīt need
what you have to give...