Rotten Fruit

Rotten fruit, in the garden Golden roots, long forgotten Wasted youth, pacifying What's the use, in even trying Pseudo blissful sunshine rays Grayscale rainbows, in a haze Fill your glass, and seize the day Pray your ghosts will find their way Rotten fruit, flows like a river Ugly truth, comes like a shiver Liquid noose, vivifying Cut me loose, I'm sick of dying Pseudo blissful sunshine rays Grayscale rainbows, in a haze Fill your glass, and seize the day Pray your ghosts will find their way