DESCRIPTION:
Full song with photographs and clips of the band.

Lyric:
Did you hear what he did? He finally left her at that nuthouse... You know... That place over there... Those poor children haven't they suffered enough?

Be restless, think over, a new direction calling.
Be selfish, be fair, and don't let him go to the other side.
Where she is waiting

Be reckless, who'll notice, now all the lectures over
You just don't care, just one more sip and you will be fine
For this pale existence

You want me, you need me, go ahead and taste me, so I can fill those veins,
It's easy, I'm liquid, and you will discover that I'll numb the pain for you

Feel the flavor in my garden, my garden of despair
I'm never sober, in my garden, this garden of despair

He sat down, in high grass, to watch the bleeding sunset
His flower, dead, and the whole backyard was overgrown, he was alone.

Bewildered, enraged with anger, it gripped his soul --
Damn all you people I don't care what you're saying,
Mind your own business leave my bottles alone

He was so tired, an empty shell, he lay in his grass and closed his eyes

Feel the flavor, in my garden, my garden of despair
I'm never sober, in my garden, this garden of despair

From this day on, I will never do anything like this again
I have never sunk this low before and if I don't get myself together, somehow, I will forever be stuck in this garden of despair
I saw the kids the other day, they rode their bikes, into the wods, and they were gone.