Garden of Stones

Life is a fray
Life is a fray

Losing control
I'm losing control

What I said to you isn't what I meant
Dark memories of this, I keep them in my mind

My eyes are tied to see things right
Same old shit, same old ground
The power of strong to paint it black
Same old trip, same old trip

Death is a fame
Death is a fame

Garden of stones
In the garden of stones

Leave a dirty foot print no rain can wash away
Under the sun all day this vanity gives you nothing

My eyes are tied to see things right
Same old shit, same old ground
Beyond repair, can't take it back
Same old trip, same old trip

Don't throw away my prayers
Cause we belong, we belong to heaven, heaven
To heaven
To heaven
To heaven
To heaven



Credits
Writer(s): Shtoma Maksim
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