Garden
She don't wander in...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...don't wander in here, she...
She 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...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, yeah...need to live...yeah, yeah, yeah, oh...
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Posted 2 days ago bypanzas
Jardín
Ella no vaga por aquí... no vaga por aquí, ella...
Ella no vaga por aquí... no vaga por aquí, ella...
La interpretación del ojo, tan engañosa
La perversión del alma, nauseabundamente rápida
No cuestiono nuestra existencia
Cuestiono nuestras modernas necesidades
Ella no vaga por aquí... no vaga por aquí, ella...
Ella no vaga por aquí...
Caminaré...con mis manos vendadas,
Caminaré...con mi cara ensangrentada
Caminaré...con mi bandera de sombras
En tu jardín, tu jardín de piedra
Después de estar todo hecho, y aún seguimos solos
No me llevarán, yo iré...con mis manos vendadas,
Caminaré...con mi cara ensangrentada
Caminaré...con mi bandera de sombras
En tu jardín, tu jardín de piedra
Yo no muestro...no comparto
No necesito...lo que tenés para dar
Oooh, caminaré... con mis manos vendadas
Caminaré...con mi cara ensangrentada
Caminaré...con mi bandera de sombras
En tu jardín, jardín... oh...
Caminaré... con mis manos vendadas
Caminaré en tu jardín, jardín de piedra
No sé...no me importa
No necesito...necesito vivir
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