The apple falls from the tree
Nectar spoils wrapped in your soil dress
You must pick the seeds
Deflower innocents and prosthetic saviors
Broken ribs births new life
We are all pawns who play the death game
gods synthetic we inject our lies to live
Apple sticks out your throat
Angels fall when mothers cry
The boys back aches
the worm grew their wings
we tell you hate and you grow to love
We are all pawns who play the death game
gods synthetic we inject our lies to live
and we will never escape, we will never escape
We are distasteful.