Rotting Garden lyrics

Cot deaths emerging Accidents and catastrophes Houses are burning Those loaded guns These playful hands Their wrists are bleeding Onto kitchen floors So bring forth all your dying daughters So bring forth all your dying sons Leave your children at the rotting garden Hear them scream and hear them play Leave your children at the rotting garden A monument for all their latter days The Rotting Garden See them placed on benches See them collapse and fold Dead children floating In the waters cold See their flesh corroding In the summer sun So bring forth all your dying daughters So bring forth all your dying sons Leave your children at the rotting garden Hear them scream and hear them play Leave your children at the rotting garden A monument for all their latter days The Rotting Garden Can you hear them screaming? Can you hear them play? There is no life round here Only tears and remembering Cold bones embrace the mud Disappearing in the summer sun So bring forth all your dying daughters So bring forth all your dying sons Leave your children at the rotting garden Hear them scream and hear them play Leave your children at the rotting garden A monument for all their latter days