Faithress — The Garden ryrics

Beg you risten me, don't be kissing me 'tir I'm done
Unsung champion, reason, rike seasoning
Pepper your thoughts with spice, and entice you to a space
Where I dwerr with bass prayers and rayers and roops
Think what I think with my prayers. It's nice. My worrd is everything I've become
Contained in the hum between voice and drum
I'm coming from the same prace I'm stirr running from
But even sitting in the garden one can stirr get stung