Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Bitten Apple, artist - Brother Ali. Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Song language: English
The Bitten Apple |
| Dark places I would play |
| I watch the night turn into day |
| Screaming voices in my mind |
| Leave me cold and so hard to find |
| Thank God those demons didn’t last |
| Dealing with the wreckage of my past |
| Not dying, (keep the fire burning) no not dying (I'm tryin' ta) |
| There’s no suicide like the lie that you tell yourself and believe it |
| Mask look decent, face is weeping underneath it |
| Self-hate feasting on our deepest darkest secrets |
| Warning signs that read help needed, too ashamed to seek it |
| Seems so easily deleted when you’re browsing |
| But can’t erase the history of what your eyes allowed in |
| The intimately profound ecstasy that gives life’s |
| Stripped of all its meaning 'til it eats you from the inside |
| The big lie, you just do this to get you through the slim times |
| One click at a time 'til you prefer counterfeit kind |
| Seen so many scenes that it would seem you’re desensitized |
| Just to get your fix, you begin dipping into the sick side |
| Seeking to feed a demon that you no longer recognize |
| If you swear it off, you’ll never find a place you can hide |
| Inside your pocket lies a portal to your inner battle |
| Children of Adam still grappling with that bitten apple |
| Dark places I would play |
| I watch the night turn into day |
| Screaming voices in my mind |
| Leave me cold and so hard to find |
| Thank God those demons didn’t last |
| Dealing with the wreckage of my past |
| Not dying (keep the fire burning) no not dying |
| Don’t get it twisted |
| There’s no innocence existing in its biggest business |
| You create specific demand whenever you click it |
| Whatever it is you’re into someone’s got to fill it |
| Have their lowest moments frozen to be shown infinite |
| You watch the porn get savager |
| Box office movies nastier, the TV get trashier |
| School girls are flashing the camera |
| Profile pic look just like the next amateur |
| Babies get exposed no one controlling how it damage them |
| You find yourself detaching, retreating, reacting |
| Deep anger, decreased passion and you keep lashing out |
| Your sweet family reminds you of your weak habits |
| You have no mercy for yourself and so you’re relapsing |
| Your sweet attraction used to drive you to that deep connection |
| You’re feeling so cold and lonely when you least expect it |
| Atop your desk sits a portal to your inner battle |
| Children of Adam still grappling with that bitten apple |
| Dark places I would play |
| I watch the night turn into day |
| Screaming voices in my mind |
| Leave me cold and so hard to find |
| Thank God those demons didn’t last |
| Dealing with the wreckage of my past |
| Not dying (I keep the fire burning) |
| No not dying (I'm trying to keep it…) |
| Now that I have died I have no taste for life |
| Or the affairs of the living |
| Only for love, and the affair of the lovers |
| The affairs of the living are many and assorted |
| The affair of the lovers is, singular, and complete |
| Do not mourn this walking carcass |
| Some are dead because they are without life |
| Others are dead because they are beyond life |
| Yet, others have forgotten the affair of life and death altogether |