As I walk through this garden
I'll tend to pick out imperfections
Shunned though they seem pure
Betrayal by their variation
all on God's green earth
We cater to your garden
Your chosen people
Your perfect people
As I walk through this garden
So green but so impure
This stereotypical wasteland
Not so magical anymore
On God's blackened earth
This ultimatum
We search for ecstacy, the pennical of life
Things change and it all adds up in the end
Adds up to show us the way things should have been
To lift us up and drop us down again
To shower us with all of our impurities and variation
They arm themselves with betrayal
To force the intruders from their home
To bore in their heads that they trust no one
A shattered perception of truth
I see their reflection through shattered pieces
The way that society has made them to be
Perfection as seen on God's green earth
Mutiny in their eyes
I wish I could say I get used to it
I wish I could say that it grows on me
I wish I could laugh like it's nothin at all
I wish I could wish it away
And I'd give it all for a chance to change it
Back the way it used to be
I'd give it all to do things my way
I'd push them all, just for me
