paroles de chanson Gardens of Misery - Slaves

You think heaven knows your name
You're living in a haze
Somewhere between a saint and a criminal
But once upon a time, you wasted all of mine
You don't read a warning sign when you're giving up

I wish you'd tear my heart, cross my mind
Put me in overdrive
Leave your thorn in my side

Gardens of misery won't grow you sympathy
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Roses in front of me crying out for company
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
It won't help you carry the pain

You'll make a lie come true when you swear you're trying too
'Cause everything you do is the minimum
I can't believe

Even living without you, you made it about you
Keeping your head stuck in the sand
No way to dress up, baby, you're messed up
But you gotta help me understand

Don't think that karma ain't part of the plan

Gardens of misery won't grow you sympathy
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Roses in front of me crying out for company
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
It won't help you carry the pain

Tear my heart, cross my mind
Put me in overdrive
Leave your thorn in my side

Don't think that karma ain't part of the plan

Gardens of misery won't grow you sympathy
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Roses in front of me crying out for company
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Don't you remember they say

Gardens of misery won't grow you sympathy
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
Roses in front of me crying out for company
Don't dig your own, don't dig your own grave
It won't help you carry the pain