The Smog in my Garden

Here I sit all alone In this dim-lit room where things should grow I've got everything I need The boiling oil I pour over to keep out the weeds And no, nothing's reached past my toes But I'll stomp it all out before I let you know It's all fertilized with fear In a hole dug with my ten-foot spear oh This shit stinks but they know you'll want it again And again They can't get us to lie another thousand years But if it's not a choice Maybe I should really leave (Oh coming home to mama nothing in our hands) It takes a lot to play your game It takes a lot of everything It takes a lot It takes a lot In my sleep I live a late life now It's all that I can do It's all that I can give When I know that all I've got Is what I've been given oh Maybe I should really leave Oh why'd I even bother Eating all this sand Oh coming home to mama With nothing in our hands Oh we're living in fire To make sure all these seething dogs can Warm their paws Oh they'll tell you "If you say Anything Just be wary of your cards Don't look down a lot Better just to play the game (They cut you from the vine) Try to feign their worth (Said "you are mine") And sorry about your cards" I say "It's all I've ever known" Fresh squeezed Hatred from the first full fruit With the deepest roots This smog is killing me All I need Is one moment of your cool sun To warm my cheeks And wake me up My seeds