What would you find when you look inside
The man in the pew kneeling with his wife
Lies
Depraved depictions running through his mind
He pushes them down but still they rise
Cause his soul waits in purgatory
That's the moral of the garden story
Who better to taste than those forgotten
Cause no one listens to the dead and rotten
Why
Look at the life that his actions defined
There’s blood in the air and no birds in the skies
Cause his soul waits in purgatory
That's the moral of the garden story
Blood
