Gardens - Heavens

This garden’s growing hunger like your growing fly trap smile

This coming harvest season finds it’s stretching on for miles

We do or kill most anyone to be

Its do or die, it’s up to you and me, G. O. D

We magnetize this opposite by pull of frequency

The anger grows in fields as far as naked eyes can see

Blood drops from the sky like acid rain

From tongue to nervous systematic shame

We do or kill most anyone to be

Its do or die, it’s up to you and me, G. O. D

The blood drops from the sky like acid rain

From tongue to nervous systematic shame

We do or kill most anyone to be

Its do or die, it’s up to you and me, G. O. D