Letra de Gardens

This garden's growing hunger like your growing fly trap smileThis coming harvest season finds it's stretching on for milesWe do or kill most anyone to beIts do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.G.O.D.We magnetize this opposite by pull of frequencyThe anger grows in fields as far as naked eyes can seeBlood drops from the sky like acid rainFrom tongue to nervous systematic shameWe do or kill most anyone to beIts do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.G.O.D.The blood drops from the sky like acid rainFrom tongue to nervous systematic shameWe do or kill most anyone to beIts do or die, it's up to you and me, G.O.D.G.O.D.