• I wake up in a sea of crimson, and I wonder how much I bled.
    I notice I'm alone again, and I wonder how many friends have fled.
    When my anger built to the top, and then my heart did burst.
    And now I need a glass of guilt to satisfy my thirst.

    Now I’ve got my brain to work while sitting underneath this tree,
    When the loving Snake offered me fruit to push my curiosity.
    I tasted its fine succulence and thought my mind impure.
    Then found myself an Adam and gave up my impatient lure.

    All this chaos and darkness in a beauteous potential.
    These flowers once were perfect, my watering isn't evidential.
    This fire comes from hell and now its burning all my hard work down.
    And suddenly I'm regretting my decision to even come around.

    Now here I am saddened and, of course, dying alone.
    This arrow in my heart is from my backstabbing, unknown.
    I was a simple fool and it all came back with a bite.
    And now, as you can see, there’s discord in the garden tonight.