At the very end of human soul,
My garden's secrets are all,
My self-destructive truth and lies,
Lives and lives until it dies.

I guess some things are all fucked up,
I guess I am one of those things,
I guess my soul will not shut up,
I guess my bell still rings.

I wish for truth,
I wish people could lie to me,
And as I chew with every tooth,
I seem to loose a little glee.

Fuck me for my big of heart,
Screw me for my arrow dart
Fuck my soul and fuck my life,
Only heart beats are now strife.

And people see me as a freak,
They cheer for me and call me slik.

I need my soul back, I need my life
Only heart beats are now strife.