no i will not leave
im happy left behind
stare in disbelief

truth could strike me blind
truth is no one knows
how the garden grows

be gone mistake weeds
its something we dont need


you know what they would say
they say it all day long
someone should strike them dead

cant we all get along
im blooming on the vine
open like youre mine


we are all...tryin to find our way


so i done paved the road
and waved the saviors net
complain about my soul

ive seen the wall of death
the poison on my breath
blooming on the vine

open like youre mine

we are all...tryin to find the way

we are all...tryin to find the way