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We got the black clouds rolling in
we got that carrion smell on the wind
the walls of this whole town are closing in
the vines are hanging heavy with the fruits of all our sins

The garden's growing over into jungle again
The garden's growing over into jungle again

The congregation was confounded when cracks silenced the church bells
but it was god's favorite child, Lucifer, who split heaven when he fell
all the guests at Dante's table had their mouths to full to tell
The surest way to heaven is just the quickest way to hell

Garden's growing over into jungle again
garden's growing over into jungle again

The tailor he got burned alive with his bridesmaid and his horse
the lost souls they just a jangled inside the rotting purse
who's taking stock who's winding this old clock
st. peter's at the gate but somebody's picking the lock

There's bodies buried everywhere
there's more than enough blame to dorwn this town and some to spare
and those stones that tower in the city's center square
are just antennaes for all our empty prayers

Garden's growing over into jungle again
Garden's growing over into jungle again

What you gonna do when the angels come marching through?
why bother to repent, when they see right through you?
Betrayed by your own blood that goes pouring out your veins
spilling on the soil spelling out each and every name
and your crimes they will be numbered and etched into the earth
the last may soon be first but its the worms who will judge our worth

The garden's growing over into jungle again
as it was in the beginning it shall be in the end
The garden's growing over into jungle again
she was born wild and she shall be again
The garden's growing over into jungle again

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