Baby you can come and be my axe wound

We'll waste our time with meaningless alibis

I want you to paint a red x on the doors

Of all the people we know are the whores

I was born in the womb of May

Followed by drought, disease and disarray

But yet I cling to the passing of the showers

While I grow from the bodies all the flowers

In this garden from which I wretch my love

A beating heart cowers beneath my grasp

Yet I'll find a way to make it all seem okay

As long as I don't collapse

Now I'm growing only the deadliest of beauties

All of them like a death-stitched lining

I am eradiated by the crimson before my eyes

This turned out to be the ash and sun night

Darling, I'm growing a garden

Inside I will plant the nastiest of my desires

Then I will catch it all on fire

I promise you'll be the first to taste its dirt

Oh no, this is a little bit more sinister

I am contemplating murder

This won't be a regular old fashioned manslaughter

This will be a full blown meditated camaraderie

Up from the seed springs a sprout of vines

It coils so slowly it takes your heart with time

Wrapping up lungs like a constrictor on a boy

Clutching so tight as if a monster to it's toy

Darling, I'm growing a garden

Inside I will plant the nastiest of my desires

Then I will catch it all on fire

I promise you'll be the first to taste its dirt