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The puppetry of a weakened mind
Catharsis from my hands
As the worlds collide
It is I who pulls the strings now

Condemning one to forever seek
His golden fruit divine
But the orchard only runs for miles
With rotten apples and gritty smiles

Coveted regret
I sense she lied to me
Prophecy I set
Did she think I'd fail to see?
Guilt within these eyes
A thrilling chance but
Why does he feel nothing?
Why do I feel nothing?

I cast a stone into the lake of fire
Every skip desire to

Clear my mind, embrace a time
When rivers fill my oxen hides with wine
Truth beseeched, I'll never reach
But forever sing this
song of growth down orchard rows
Reanimate the life from which I hide
Evermore, through peace and war
But the lines that mark my face will never fade

They'll never fade
They'll never fade

I walk along the dividing path
Towards the elder tree
To one hand lies the harvest joy
To the other: misery

Climb into my arms
Upwards my neck cranes
Dance among the stars
One apple still remains
Pick it if you dare
A warning from the ancient ones,
The architects of all beneath the skies

One last poison apple to the bushel goes
'Till the cider flows

Clear my mind, embrace a time
When rivers fill my oxen hides with wine
This toxic brew serves to renew
I'll forever sing this
Song of growth down orchard rows
No matter where the path on which I stride
Leads me to, I'll hold it true
But the lines that mark my face will never fade

They'll never fade

Through the orchard of life my feet guide
From the trees grow the fruits of desire
These trials inspire tales of the wandering man
No map in his hands

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