Sitting on the rise cuz the sun is so high
My body is ridden with dead fruit flies
Can’t go to sleep there’s blood in our eyes
From the bat that just started to thrive
His mouth is dripping with fools and liars
Born from the forest of deadwood fires
Nobody can see my body and me
Cuz i’ve broken off to another creed
When he shouts, when he cries:
"I know you’ve been telling those damn good lies
Your brain is dead your brain is fried
Tastes so good like apple pie"
So he eats me sweetly and i see
My body is layin’ right under the tree
Drowned and burned, devoured and cursed
The bat has finally quenched its thirst
I don’t mind but I’m lost in time
I can’t seem to find the fruit bat of my mind
I don’t cry and I can’t comply
I can’t seem to find the fruit bat of my mind
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