Текст песни In The Garden - William Nein

Administer a youth cure on cubed sugar
Startled horses stampede
Sketched by a ghost muse wearing ash boots
As velvet houses recede
Yeah

Inject thought replacement
Automatic creation
Shepherd treasures buried
Circus valentine
Echoes throw time
Joyless pleasures precede me

What came before the voice was ignored inside the garden?

Bloodied desk-beast
The lunchtime deceased
The primitive decrease slowly
Ringed bell commotion
Crowded demotion
The saints are marching endlessly

Falling through doors and the cosmic flooring
Bored underground and wait in rooms crawling for the stars to call
My books are erasing but one word is left