Miasma Gardens

You're not in the dark and you're not in the ditch
 Where did you run? Did you meet the rich?
 I don't mind saying you are my garden
 So realize and realize foul vacations
 You're not in the park and you're not in the ridge
 Where did you run? Did you meet the rich?
 I don't mind saying you are my garden
 So realize and realize foul vacations
 Oh shutter up from fame's vacation
 I am the battering rains upon the spine
 The base, the chest, the tree, the oak
 The lamb, the mirrored lamp
 Bought a rise on the raise and when you realize
 Shutter up shutter up from fame's vacation
 On the boat the batter breaks, Lydia, Lydia, Lydia
 Shutter up until you realize I ain't breakin' no lie
 Baby, baby, baby, hundred dollars and you're comin' back