In The Garden

Warm my blood.  Warm my bed. 
You're the victim now, the one who's been misled.
Run your fingers down my face.
This will remain to remind
but you still won't find a trace.
Betrayal is the salt of love
so here's a pinch of salt, just a little shove.
You wish I might an dI just may.
It feels so perfect the discomfort never goes away.
(Chorus)
In the garden, the the garden
I have led you to the garden where death blooms
Deceiver, such a fool
If only you knew me like I know you.
It's been with me all along.
Wrapped around my finger, eating from my palm.
You wish I might and I just may.
It feels so perfect
the discomfort never goes away.
Warm my blood.
Warm my bed.
You're the victim now
the one who's been misled.