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deca - crab apples lyrics

[verse 1]
as a youth, back when bishop had the glass of juice
fresh squeezed from forbidden fruit trees and mass produced
i thought the walls were disaster proof
in a flash cast out the orchard where the green grass and apples grew
and sat sh+ll shocked pullin’ weeds at the roots
graspin’ for the truth as time passed like molasses moves
in the strange land tryin’ to map its attributes
live fast, brace for impact, knock a gasket loose
fast forward past the crabapple garden
to twenty+twenty hindsight where cast shadows sharpen
the history’s embellished on stone scrolls and tablets
a warehouse of skeleton skulls and old baggage
i heard the prison guards state their goals
to break the individual spirit, commandeer it, and take control
paid in full, cash the langley checks playin’ roles
they traded souls for commas when promised their weight in gold (come on, come on)
[chorus]
squeeze the juice out, extract the libations
strange vibrations, patterns and striations
arrayed in purple and scarlet, she raised a glass up
i poured it down the hatch, then threw it back up
to better days, to less decay
to findin’ what you’re after in the present age
perched reptiles lurkin’ in the everglades
beneath the stars and the satellites’ electric gaze

[verse 2]
through h+ll’s wrath and heaven’s praise
inchin’ towards the end of days, workin’ out the kinks, puttin’ pen to page
i see a subtle string puller standin’ center stage
the same pale hand that placed the song bird in the cage
that forged chains where distraction and disorder reigned
and transm+te was coursin’ through your veins in the corporate gains
provocateurs in every lane to warp the brain
to defang and take the reins of any force for change
things morph and shift, fortunate to exist
to watch the metamorphosis of past present future shifts
lies promulgate, but truth persists
shootin’ from the hip as lunatics line the pockets of the super rich
babylon’s cup runneth over, she can’t feast the hungry vultures
and heads of state with their guns in holster
sendin’ troops in formation into battle
and sippin’ witches brew from harvest to crabapples (come on, come on)
[chorus]
squeeze the juice out, extract the libations
strange vibrations, patterns and striations
arrayed in purple and scarlet, she raised a glass up
i poured it down the hatch, then threw it back up
to better days, to less decay
to findin’ what you’re after in the present age
perched reptiles lurkin’ in the everglades
beneath the stars and the satellites’ electric gaze

[outro]
i’m hungry
yes, i’m hungry too
here’s an apple which will give you the greatest satisfaction
here
no, it’s alright
i’ve got my machine, this is my food
come on

- deca lyrics

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