by Shaun Lanigan


I am the Apple

But you are the tree.

I am the king

But you are the country

I am the God

But you're the religion.

Oh apple-man, it's who I've always been.

Come stop by and take a piece of me.

I live in a tree; I stare at the sea,

A perfect little seed.

I am the wicked

And you are the good.

I am the foul

And you are the free

I am death

I am death

I am death

Give in to me.

The apple-man is a sham

A no good, bad luck, cheap scam.

There is no apple; there is no tree.

There's only me. I stare at the sea

Give in to me...

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