i think when god started a garden he forgot to tell me how to grow and when the red sea parted he didn't tell me where all the blood would flow.. and how can you drink and how can you speak with a guantlet so full it's overpouring with pools of blood and wine, at your feet and an ocean inside your lungs is roaring where are you supposed, to lay down low when your heart is in the sky and it wants to follow heaven like when they died no one ever taught me how to pray told me to get down on my knees talk to your god, beg him please ask him how to grow cause somewhere along the road i think i lost my way, and someone cut the rope pulled me up from my roots too soon i was just a child, wasn't ready to bloom.. watered with my tears, anchored to a bed fed with all the fears that laid in my head where worms grow in my skin like all the rotting dead i still wish i knew how to grow... stuck in an ugly bedroom tell me god, why don't i know? i wasn't ready to bloom.. credits