Artist: blind myself
Song: apple
Apple
Kick the rotten fruit
Life is full of fresh energy
Depth on my tongue the beauty is mortal
You could have a bite
Out of happiness
If it doesn't taste
Good spit, spit it out
Kick the rotten fruit
This is the forbidden fruit
Fruit
As it splashes on your face
As it drops down your forehead
Now I know you're the big nothing
And I'm the God of the World
Mortal beauty
Mortal beauty, everlasting ugliness
