DoorsSevered Garden

Wow, im sick of doubt Live in the life of certain, south, cruel bindings The servants have the power Dog men and they're mean women Pulling poor blankets over our sailors Im sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv tower I want roses in my garden bower, dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud These mutants blood meal, the plant that's ploughed They are waiting to take us into the severed garden You know how pale, wanton, thrillful comes death In the strange hour Unannounced, unplanned for Like the scary over friendly guest you bought to bed Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings Where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best Until it's other jaw reveals incest And lose obedience to a vegetable I will not go Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family
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