I am the phantom
Screamin' on corridors
And I am the weed
Between vegetables
And I am the answer
For your fervent prayers
Becoming a garden,
Come unlock my gates
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I am the excerpt
No one wants to quote
And I am the volume
No one ever wrote
And I'm lost and found
To be lost again
Becoming a garden,
Come uproot my faith
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I am the answer
For questions unasked
And I am the ending
Of unstarted task
And I am the ruin
Raised between chateaux
Becoming a garden,
Come and see me grow
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Good God will kill us all
Good God will kill us all
And I am the many,
Yet I stand alone
And I'm an equation,
Yet I stand unsolved
And I am the fire
No one wants to light
Becoming a garden,
Withered, dim and wild