Brother Ali - The Bitten Apple lyrics

[Hook] Dark places I would play I watch the night turn into day Screaming voices in my mind Leave me cold and so hard to find Thank God those demons didn’t last Dealing with the wreckage of my past Not dying, (keep the fire burning) no not dying (I’m tryin’ ta) [Verse 1] There’s no suicide like the lie that you tell yourself and believe it Mask look decent, face is weeping underneath it Self-hate feasting on our deepest darkest secrets Warning signs that read help needed, too ashamed to seek it Seems so easily deleted when you’re browsing But can’t erase the history of what your eyes allowed in The intimately profound ecstasy that gives life’s Stripped of all its meaning ’til it eats you from the inside The big lie, you just do this to get you through the slim times One click at a time ’til you prefer counterfeit kind Seen so many scenes that it would seem you’re desensitized Just to get your fix, you begin dipping into the sick side Seeking to feed a demon that you no longer recognize If you swear it off, you’ll never find a place you can hide Inside your pocket lies a portal to your inner battle Children of Adam still grappling with that bitten apple [Hook] Dark places I would play I watch the night turn into day Screaming voices in my mind Leave me cold and so hard to find Thank God those demons didn’t last Dealing with the wreckage of my past Not dying (keep the fire burning) no not dying [Verse 2] Don’t get it twisted There’s no innocence existing in its biggest business You create specific demand whenever you click it Whatever it is you’re into someone’s got to fill it Have their lowest moments frozen to be shown infinite You watch the p**n get savager Box office movies nastier, the TV get trashier School girls are flashing the camera Profile pic look just like the next amateur Babies get exposed no one controlling how it damage them You find yourself detaching, retreating, reacting Deep anger, decreased pa**ion and you keep lashing out Your sweet family reminds you of your weak habits You have no mercy for yourself and so you’re relapsing Your sweet attraction used to drive you to that deep connection You’re feeling so cold and lonely when you least expect it Atop your desk sits a portal to your inner battle Children of Adam still grappling with that bitten apple [Hook] Dark places I would play I watch the night turn into day Screaming voices in my mind Leave me cold and so hard to find Thank God those demons didn’t last Dealing with the wreckage of my past Not dying (I keep the fire burning) No not dying (I’m trying to keep it..) [Interlude: Amir Sulaiman] Now that I have died I have no taste for life Or the affairs of the living Only for love, and the affair of the lovers The affairs of the living are many and a**orted The affair of the lovers is, singular, and complete Do not mourn this walking carca** Some are dead because they are without life Others are dead because they are beyond life Yet, others have forgotten the affair of life and d**h altogether