Miles Kurosky - An Apple for an Apple lyrics

Bring out your dead, kids, bring out your dead Your sons and daughters, they won't be spared Because this virus is just like us and its flames are fanned by Clapping hands So board up your windows, protect your homes Take off your skins, kids, and rest your bones There's no protection from infection so your plans won't be that hard to break Because in this life, you'll never be free (Alright!) I swear I'll never stray from God, No eclipse, just harbor thoughts of escape, Lord Of escape, but it was a line The surgeon said before he cut With delicate a**a**in's touch "Do you believe, amen? Because science and a steady hand are what you need now." I caved to his charm and he found a vein And now this hole in my arm is big enough for all of us It's not red or blue, but it's filled with dust So set yourselves, and head due north Pallbearers wade on sandy shores Fare thee well, friend, farewell You're gonna be fine I rested on a bed of doubt The pillows soft, yet still devout It's hard, it's hard, it's hard when these thoughts race 'round my head, involuntary The melody's sweet, but it's so impure And now they fall from these trees, So I did my part and I took a bite Or maybe I was just an easy mark Oh, it's true How I fell in love with things I couldn't see And germs I couldn't treat I fell hard for disease Because it made me feel alive, it made me more alive. If God's always fair, why's His cupboard always bare? It's strange, so strange How they pickpocket your grave It's ok, it's ok, it's alright I know that they won't get their hands wrapped 'round my soul It's a paltry sum of the combinations lost And it's all I have It's true How I fell in love with things I couldn't see And germs I couldn't treat I fell hard for disease Because it made me feel alive, it made me more alive. If God's always fair, why's His cupboard always bare?