No I have no love for a lie
They are all rotten inside
Payment is part of the smile
Controlled and confined a predestined nature that sticks
It rots the inside. The tree has been spoiled and splits
Get down to the roots and see what they've wrought
The branches reach out to nothing at all
If you get down to the roots would you consume?
Disposable it makes you controllable
If you only knew
A falsified icon laid down where their eyes can consume you
Harvest your power, devour your spirit, bound
Ask yourself would you be?
If you get down to the roots and see hat they're swollen with poison. Would you still love them?
And if you only knew how they tied the noose around your neck would you still love them?
Would you still love?
No. I would not be grateful
I wil not accept the fruit
Would you get down to roots?
Could you pull up the roots or would you consume?