You're not on your own anymore. Set your mind at rest my child, Feel free to cry, feel free to sob. And I dig, Deeper and deeper, Into the water fields
My flesh is stuck to my bed as I begin my day Walking out the house, this morning, the sky is red The streets are crowded with the bodies of the living dead
own peril. The fields are all fallow and the beasts are all feral. Dead cows in the boughs of the Live Oak trees, Left there to rot when the water recedes
, my garden Or so the sayin' goes You turn water into dead things And I'll make the dead things grow Make the dead things grow Make the dead things grow
