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