old gnarly tree, facing towards the east...
old gnarly tree, bowing down to the dawn...
old gnarly tree, crack in the evening sky...
how i long to climb up your thousand arms...
reach my hands up into your maze of age...
dig a little deeper and ill touch your face...
i will set you free from your growing pains...
and use your soul to burn the flame...
i will burn you black to the dusty ash...
hack at your limbs until your roots collapse...

-old, gnarly tree-

the apple fell from adams hand into my lap, i was real hungry, but it was already bitten...
it looked like an average apple except that adam bit it, and adam had such a big mouth...
i could tell that it was tasty even though it looked rotten, or maybe it was the other way around...
this serpent told me it was to be done, i asked him how he knew and he said that it was written...
then this tiny, little angel popped up on my shoulder and told me to throw the apple out...
now im confused because the serpent had legs and feet to keep his face out of the ground...
so i have a half an apple and some random, partially divine beings speaking to me, so im lost...
i dont know what to do or say, and im still hungry, so i went home and made some apple sauce...

-apple sauce ii-

there is such a person...
may be 20 years old, but a baby boy breathes within this young man...
with childish intentions and grandiose ambitions, mouth never shut...
words quickly fly by as young man will keeps talking as much as he can...
seeking attention to cover up the pains, the anger waiting to erupt...
stubborn as can be, competitive to a fault, he can not admit defeat...
thoughtless and shallow, some call him cocky, hes got skills concealed...
a beast among men, slipping into nothing right before he goes to sleep...
and he definitely, very positively does not believe that jesus is real...
this man is someone else...

-someone else-

i heard the apple dont fall far from the apple tree, but i think that was a lie...
because if that apple tree was on a hill, the fallen might roll down the hillside...
if i love you then i say this with a purpose when i call you the apple of my eye...
with all your bruises and your scars that portray the pains you have inside...

-apple sauce-