THE LAST WAY GARDEN such a dead soul float into the night is searchin' for freedom and silence walking across a mirror in a garden finding their black rose touching the lonely plant the soul was stabing by this rose and slippin' inside of the one will live now forever in this flower found a new body the life's goin' on every dead soul will be a rose in the "last way garden" every dead soul will be growing up in the "last way garden" see the old man with the strawhat he tends the plants digging out of the earth but the roses don't die he sells the roses to roses-lovers there they will all grow up in all the colors and light green smelling the fresh cold air like after a warm summer rain found a new nice way the life's goin' on every dead soul can breathe the clean air in the "last way garden" every dead soul will find the way in the "last way garden" so your farewell it's just the beginning