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I walk the street paths
Dating my aftermaths
I see that dead bird
Judging my rotten self
Suddenly I run cowardly
Humans know no humanity
Inmoral apple, the sweet of the chapel
Human remorse, a matter of course
Inmoral apple, the sweet of the chapel
Human remorse, a matter of course
I play by myself in disguise
Kissing what I despise
I fix my brainlessness
The endless task of self-awareness
You crawl onto the doors of heaven carring a melon
You seek the gift of presence although have no pattience
You claim to understand, from the cradle of your fake life
Why don't you try a bite from my apple?
Inmoral apple, the sweet of the chapel
Human remorse, a matter of course
Inmoral apple, the sweet of the chapel
Human remorse, a matter of course
Inmoral apple, the sweet of the chapel
Human remorse, a matter of course
Inmoral apple, the sweet of the chapel
Human remorse, a matter of course