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

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

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

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