The Poisoned Fruit Lyrics

It doesn't really matter

The beauty of your words

When you turn around

With hatred in your eyes

The moment you decided

You're the closest thing to god

You became responsible

For all the pain you cause

The little boy in the closet

The old man with the gun

Fighting with the fury

Of the poisoned fruit

The poisoned fruit

The poisoned fruit

It doesn't really matter

The monster in your chest

We all got one of those to carry round

There are no holy rituals

There are no sacred prayers

That gives the right to hurt and to abuse

The little boy in the closet

The old man with the gun

Fighting with the fury

Of the poisoned fruit

The poisoned fruit

The poisoned fruit

Don't give me that poisoned fruit

I ain't eating that poisoned fruit

The little boy in the closet

The old man with the gun

Fighting with the fury

Of the poisoned fruit

The poisoned fruit

The poisoned fruit