Songtext von Miasma Gardens

You're not in the dark and you're not in the ditch Where did you run? Did you meet the rich? I don't mind saying you are my garden So realize and realize foul vacations You're not in the park and you're not in the ridge Where did you run? Did you meet the rich? I don't mind saying you are my garden So realize and realize foul vacations Oh shutter up from fame's vacation I am the battering rains upon the spine The base, the chest, the tree, the oak The lamb, the mirrored lamp Bought a rise on the raise and when you realize Shutter up shutter up from fame's vacation On the boat the batter breaks, Lydia, Lydia, Lydia Shutter up until you realize I ain't breakin' no lie Baby, baby, baby, hundred dollars and you're comin' back