Europa's Garden

They are the paralyzed sticks in the dirt (There are rows of them)
Bending and swaying in tune with the wind
In Europa's Garden, the yield it is plenty
And we are the harvest, the Earth is a memory

The extra terrestrial insects are resting on me
Dancing their dance on my limbs,
How I envy their wings

In the garden of mine
I am callisto's ice, Io's burning fire
Full, full of the light
Of heaven inside me, hell on my brow

There's a courageous light
That we all desire
Flies drawn to the light
Of heaven inside me, Hell on my brow

In the garden of Europa, Heaven casts no light
In the darkness I am light, where heaven waits inside

Extra Terrestrial insects are resting on me
Dancing their dance on my limbs how I envy their wings
We are the paralyzed sticks in the dirt
Bending and swaying in tune with the wind