Our roots have perished into sand
this time the circle will be broken
we stand upon this barren land
still the crimes have been unspoken

in the sand we dig the ditches
they´ll be wide, they will be deep
and those who live their life in greed
will be chopped and fall like trees
we cover them in dirt and leaves, through dirt there will grow flowers
come fall the flowers will bear fruit
come harvest, then we eat

Decomposing into soil
in the garden
what was written in the ancient books
revealed in an orb of crystal
in the garden
nothing goes to waste
even weeds can be of use
in the garden
what was once a useless soul will now its own pollution hold
in the garden"