Innocence, never in you
Decay, through and through
The garden of the lost
The garden of the faceless
When I look into your eyes
I see the hate that will arise
And take you under in the end
Disease, is all of you
You're fake, and psycho too
The garden of the lost
The garden of the faceless
When I look into your eyes
I see the hate that will arise
And take you under in the end
