The Garden

O, the shepard's tone
The rungs below
An endless ascendance

Know I'm overthrown
I wanna be alone
But then it's horrendous

Pick me up!
Pick me up!
Pick me up!
Pick me up!

Do I sit upon an evil toad
And what will constitute a tavern-toll
In this third panel?
Do I entice my brothers in with candles?

And so upon this toad I sit
Fearing I lend a hand in other's sins
Too cowardly to part with limbs
O King!
Pick me up by my handle

Pick me up!
Pick me up my legs are tired
Pick me up!
Pick me up my legs are tired

Master conspirator
My glass can break
Turn me around

I once felt inferior
While staring up
But these clouds will break
So put me down

Put me down! (put me down!) (x4)

Put me down! (x11)



Credits
Writer(s): Devon Travis
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