Rotting Garden Paroles

Onto kitchen floors
So bring forth all your dying daughters
So bring forth all your dying sons
Leave your children at the rotting garden
Hear them scream and hear them play
Leave your children at the rotting garden
A monument for all their latter days
The Rotting Garden
See them placed on benches
See them collapse and fold
Dead children floating
In the waters cold
See their flesh corroding
In the summer sun
So bring forth all your dying daughters
So bring forth all your dying sons
Leave your children at the rotting garden
Hear them scream and hear them play
Leave your children at the rotting garden
A monument for all their latter days Only tears and remembering
Cold bones embrace the mud
Disappearing in the summer sun
So bring forth all your dying daughters
So bring forth all your dying sons
Leave your children at the rotting garden
Hear them scream and hear them play
Leave your children at the rotting garden
A monument for all their latter days