Doors - The Severed Garden (Adagio) Lyrics
wow, im sick of doubtlive in the light of certain south, cruel bindingsthe servants have the powerdogmen and their mean womenpulling poor blankets over our assailersi'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the tv toweri want roses in my garden bower, dig?royal babies, rubies, must now replace aborted strangers in the mudthese mutants blood meal for the plant that's ploughedthey are waiting to take us into the severed gardenyou know how pale and wanton, thrillful comes deathin the strange hourunannounced, unplanned forlike a scary over-friendly guest you've brought to beddeath makes angels of us all and gives us wingswhere we had shoulders smooth as ravens' clawsno more money, no more fancy dressthis other kingdom seems by far the bestuntil its other jaw reveals incestand loose obedience to a vegetable lawi will not goprefer a feast of friends to the giant family