Text: Pearl Jam. Ten. Garden.

:
the direction of the eye
so misleading
the defection of the soul
nauseously quick

i don't question
our existence
i just question
our modern needs

i will walk...with my hands bound
i will walk...with my face blood
i will walk...with my shadow flag
into your garden
garden of stone

after all is done
we're still alone
i won't be taken
yet i'll go...

i will walk...with my hands bound
i will walk...with my face blood
i will walk...with my shadow flag
into your garden
garden of stone

i don't show...
i don't share...
i don't need
what you have to give...