apples

Oh man, I'm going insane

They shouldn't took the apples down from the trees

There's swarms of locust like cloaks of rain

They shouldn't took the apples down from the trees

I wanna go outside and play

They shouldn't took the apples down from the trees

No, no, Johnny, not today

They shouldn't took the apples down from the tree

Round juicy spear, gift for his dear

Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree

Round juicy spear, skinned with a spear

Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away

Round juicy spear, so red in here

Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic

Juicy spear, so rеd in here

All work, no rest, makе Johnny see red mist

Buried in nylon, duvet is my hole

Sucked by flies through their curly straw

If you asked to explain, I can try and draw

Pull up your mask, your face

I must see this detail if this place is to be truthful

Oh Johnny, what are you, mate?

Could you add some color or a lighter shade?

Vantablack this canvas is sprawled

Scribbled out, black charcoal, I draw

Juicy spear, gift for his dear

Grew out of a pip, then picked out of a tree

Round juicy spear, skinned with a spear

Apple lattice, straight jacket, kept the doctor away

Round juicy spear, so red in here

Pressed to a clinic with a cyanide picnic

Juicy spear, so red in here

All work, no rest, make Johnny see red mist