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...