The tree of life stands tall today,
Like every other fall.
The two year sentence I'm condemned to serve,
The tree, she towers my walls.
The poison fills my veins with bliss,
A brief high of electric joy.
Resist the Forbidden, my living drug
Decoy decoy decoy.
But now the Apple has rotten again,
And I'm sent back down to hell,
Another two years will pass me by
Poor Adam is under my spell
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