Текст песни Gardens

This garden's growing hunger like your growing fly trap smile This coming harvest season finds it's stretching on for miles We do or kill most anyone to be Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D. G.O.D. We magnetize this opposite by pull of frequency The anger grows in fields as far as naked eyes can see Blood drops from the sky like acid rain From tongue to nervous systematic shame We do or kill most anyone to be Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D. G.O.D. The blood drops from the sky like acid rain From tongue to nervous systematic shame We do or kill most anyone to be Its do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D. G.O.D.