Down this path Man in his garden Knowing every single stone In paradise alone Bides his time In innocent ways Along with the birds Playing games with words Resting in the tall grass Singing sweet Satan's song Arguing with nature When you know you will be wrong By law, we saw this earthly cage We curse and worse these lazy days He rustles past, formless and fast Where it's best just to stay naive When there is no way out to leave And when we begin to dissect the garden It shuffles all the cards And we break into a thousand shards By law, we saw this earthly cage We curse and worse these lazy days These lazy days