Just a taste to cleanse the palate
All of you couldn't satisfy
The space still sleeping inside
Shed the skin of someone stronger
Slowly harden within
Know the silhouette of your own skin
A scapegoat for your apple eating
And born of your own form
Symptoms of a greater problem
From a god who bore this storm
Planting empty trojan horses
Left on the front lines
Enlistment of the blind
Stuck onto those lofty branches
Enemies of a quiet mind
Enlistment of the blind
A scapegoat for your apple eating
And born of your own form
Symptoms of a greater problem
From a god who bore this storm