Your fate will be decided
in a matter of hours
I wasn’t sure what happened
but always had my suspicions
In a way I guess it’s true that
we both acted on instinct
and to justify those actions
we had to paint a picture for them
I get myself half-killed for you
and this is what I get
Everyone’s a peeping Tom, victims of circumstance
I get myself half-killed for you
and get this in return
The answer is in the garden waiting to be unearthed