Obscura Hail - Newton & The Bad Apple lyrics

I am an apple, cursed on the inside Left alone by a wild wolf, wholly designed My nearby leaves resemble the living dead From famous horror movies Crushed by the weight of the critics That land, land on my sticks My dried-up leaves And they pick at my skin And so I am fickle About everything Sick with self-loathing Destroying the seeds I... I had promised to spring I can see myself letting go See myself falling Into the unknown And I admit it's kind of exciting Diving into the void Where d**h is just an illusion One that humans avoid I still hope My fall is broken By someone I know I still hope My seeds will yield An apple to grow