Bloody Mess - Fallen Apple

My God
How the mighty have fallen
The incoming twilight
Of fashion and discontent

My God
Though I very much doubt so
For this worn-out picture
Is losing all pretense of sentiment

My God
How far the apple has fallen
And though at its core it is rotten
It's still rollin'
It's still rollin'

Fade out
When lost is all reason
We scream divine treason
If only for finger to bear!

Help me, help me
We've lost our only dream
Help me, help me
I don't know what it means
Help me, help me


My God
How far the mighty have fallen
The crystal is broken and
Rome is burning, burning, burning

My God
What for are we learning
We favor the frowning and earning
To those yearning, to those yearning

My fucking God
How is it that we missed
All the signs that insist
At the wheel coming back to point up
Dragging us back to the mud

What have we done
Forwent all reason for this inane fucking fun
For petty squabbles and dick-waving
And protracted war
Is this what I was born for

Help me, help me
We've lost our only dream
Help me, help me
I don't know what it means
Help me, help me
I cannot see the seams
Help me, help me


Why can't we control
The tide that sways our lives
We drown in the waters we secrete
So many ways
To self-destruct we leave untied
Without them would our lives be incomplete

Why can't I control
The tide that sways my life
I drown in the waters I secrete
So many ways
To self-destruct I leave untied
Without them would my life be incomplete