romance dressed in hooks who kissed your Head, killed 12 dead baby I am an addict burning winter, a closed-door annihilator Motherfucker burned who was married in your bone garden
Sittin' restless under the moonlight I know I'm gettin' ready to kill They say we're goin' in with the daylight Ma I don't want to but I will 'Cause
Warden, you've traded your canopy for land downtown You shouldn't be fooling around, colds in town. Trying to release himself from the past. Case closed
Was it born of your heart? Did it make you fall apart? Was it born of your hand? God will understand Did you fall from grace? Did you lose your way? Open
dressed in hooks who kissed your head, killed 12 dead baby I am an addict burning winter, a closed-door annihilator Motherfucker burned who was married in your bone garden
romance dressed in hooks who kissed your head, killed 12 dead baby I am an addict burning winter, a closed-door annihilator Motherfucker burned who was married in your bone garden
: I went down to the garden saw the trees and the sky are grey you were there crying for you knew that the seasons are changed Once we danced to the
Sittin' restless under the moonlight I know I'm getting ready to kill They say we're going in with the day light I don't want to but I will... 'Cause
I went down to the garden saw the trees and the sky are grey you were there crying for you knew that the seasons are changed Once we danced to the moonlight
There is a rose in the Devil's garden In shadow it grows alone Many things are dangerous now In this garden we call home Be careful as you make your
Gardens, under the light. Seasons, change overnight. I've been out searching for you. Mister, have a nice day, but quickly get out of the way, because
your brain is like cream cheese It takes the shape of any thing you please The dust from the trails under your fingernails The leaves in the Luxembourg garden
Love and blessings, simple kindness Fell like rain on thirsty land Fields and gardens, long abandoned Came to life in dust and sand Lover's lips sweet
, purple fist Pummeling your angel piss Sour powered, wussy soul Solid darkness, goddess show Weaving heirlooms through the hour From the cradle monster cowered Waking up, delicious ghost
back streets of dirty Jersey Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot, niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State
quality That's like ghost face sportin' some no name walabees Now I be damned if I sit on my ass While these MC's trespass cross my grass Time to landscape, reshape the garden