Here's one
Here's two

Here's three
Here's four
Here's five

Here's six
Here's seven
Ten!


Grabbing on a right arm, pulling, pulling
Stabbing the soil on the top of my pots

Putting together the pointers and middles
A wonderful arrangment of my flowers


In the boundaries of my garden
Hands sprout out so beautifully
But they are not the same type, I'm right, for sure


Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!

Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!

Fear Garden!
Fear Garden!
So don't run away


I cannot say anything about my secret garden
I cannot tell anyone about my secret garden


Aaaa
Aaaa

Aaaa
Aaaa
Aaaa


Hands with five fingers are the best
Though sometimes I only get four fingers

You have eyes, so you can see what I'm telling you, it's ture

Only lies, only lies, there are only lies here

Only lies, only lies, there are only lies here
Only lies, only lies, there are only lies here
Only lies, only lies, there are only lies


... maybe