The direction of the eye So misleading The defection of the soul Nauseously quick I don't question Our existence I just question Our modern needs I will walk, with my hands bound I will walk, with my face blood I will walk, with my shadow flag Into your garden Garden of stone After all is done We're still alone I won't be taken Yet I'll go I will walk, with my hands bound I will walk, with my face blood I will walk, with my shadow flag Into your garden Garden of stone I don't show I don't share I don't need What you have to give