Little [bad word] out to play
In a garden full of black flowers today
For their hope [bad word] away
So they chase it through those black flowers again
Little lies we tell ourselves are killing time we do not have

Will we look around and then suddenly just open our eyes
When the veil is torn and the sun is gone will we realize
Realize, realize, realize our mistake

If the world is dark and grey
Will the children of our future be ok?
Should little [bad word] out to play
In a garden full of black flowers

Will we look around and then suddenly just open our eyes
When the veil is torn and the sun is gone will we realize
Realize, realize, realize our mistake

There’s no garden, there’s no garden
There’s no garden laced with flowers of white
There’s no garden, there’s no garden
Laced with flowers of white

There’s black flowers now, it’s too late
Little lies we tell ourselves are killing time we do not have