Miasma Gardens

You're not in the dark and you're not in the ditch
Where did you run? Did you meet the rich?
I don't mind saying you are my garden
So realize and realize foul vacations

You're not in the park and you're not in the ridge
Where did you run? Did you meet the rich?
I don't mind saying you are my garden
So realize and realize foul vacations

Oh shutter up from fame's vacation
I am the battering rains upon the spine
The base, the chest, the tree, the oak
The lamb, the mirrored lamp

Bought a rise on the raise and when you realize
Shutter up shutter up from fame's vacation
On the boat the batter breaks, Lydia, Lydia, Lydia
Shutter up until you realize I ain't breakin' no lie
Baby, baby, baby, hundred dollars and you're comin' back