In Every Garden – Echolyn – letras

In every gardenIn every row and aisleThere always seems to be too many weedsThroughout the fieldsAll rampant, random, and wildThere always seems to be too many weedsI never thought much of the gardenUntil the things I loved were chokedI never thought much of the fieldUntil the nightshade cut my legsI’d hesitate and second guess my wayIn my gardenI know what I like and I like what I growAnd I’ll pull out all the cull and leave the things I desireAnd in the field where everything growsAnd the mower never mowsI’ll stomp on what I want toAnd cherish the things I desireI built a wall around my gardenWhen people started telling me what to growIt’s cold and callous and casts a heavy shadowOver the fields I choose to call my ownI hate the wall and its selfish displayMy garden becoming sterile in it’s pretentiousnessMy direction lost in shallow righteousnessSuffocating the bloom…and every blossom