The Garden

Same old grand facade
Will you ever learn
Feel it on your tongue
Tickles and burns

All this raging wind
Where's the rain
Pull all the innards out
Fill it in with sand

Curse of the mother's rite
I've sinned the land
Turning the wells to dry
Coarse as your hands
Somewhere deep inside
You'll feel pain
Make all the clouds align 
Start this up again


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