The Garden Songtext
von Infant Island

I was there with you in the garden,
I′ll be there with you in the dirt:
Stricken from the flesh, returned to the earth.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Souls go to heaven, while metal will rust.
It ends in ashes, it all comes apart.


Final attempt through
Every window
Of this opportunity
Bled
Thousands of colors
Ablaze
My glimpse of
A Reset
Thrones and skyline
Horrors
Towering above trees
Immovable
Contouring and crescent
Now you're fed upon
Descend below the roots