Lyrics to Apples

I speak to the sky

with apples in my mouth

I look to the sky

god picks the stems from my mouth

I reach to the sky

monkey wrench in hand

I unfasten the sky

bright night to the land



I have sinned but no punishment awaits

The judge sits dead,dead on his bench



Dead deity deliver me



I wade through the sea

as quick as cholera

History lies in the sea

I cover my tracks with death