The Smog in my Garden

Here I sit all alone
In this dim-lit room where things should grow
I've got everything I need
The boiling oil I pour over to keep out the weeds
And no, nothing's reached past my toes
But I'll stomp it all out before I let you know
It's all fertilized with fear
In a hole dug with my ten-foot spear oh

This shit stinks but they know you'll want it again
And again
They can't get us to lie another thousand years
But if it's not a choice
Maybe I should really leave

(Oh coming home to mama nothing in our hands)
It takes a lot to play your game
It takes a lot of everything
It takes a lot
It takes a lot
In my sleep I live a late life now
It's all that I can do
It's all that I can give
When I know that all I've got
Is what I've been given oh
Maybe I should really leave

Oh why'd I even bother
Eating all this sand
Oh coming home to mama
With nothing in our hands

Oh we're living in fire
To make sure all these seething dogs can
Warm their paws
Oh they'll tell you
"If you say
Anything
Just be wary of your cards
Don't look down a lot
Better just to play the game
(They cut you from the vine)
Try to feign their worth
(Said "you are mine")
And sorry about your cards"
I say "It's all I've ever known"

Fresh squeezed
Hatred from the first full fruit
With the deepest roots
This smog is killing me

All I need
Is one moment of your cool sun
To warm my cheeks
And wake me up
My seeds