In the garden of our living
The root chokes the vine
Energy is chemical, and so is time

In the garden of our living
The wise ones pick the ripe
Cause the ground has chemicals, and shifts to the wrong side

In the garden of our living
The special sell divine
All their words have chemicals, an owls hoot their lies

In the garden of our living
Not a creature cares for why
We are nothing but chemicals, each an oedipal eye