kicking apples under a stupid tree
i wishd i was alive.
amidst the violenc& forbidden fruit
there's a theme song in my mind, it goes:

PENCILS READY[DO CAUTIOUSLY TAKE NOTES]:
"look at melook at melook at melook at melook at me
look at melook at melook at melook at melook at me yeah

i'm kicking them all night."

we dont have to sit&& wait
you know theyre all on the take.

selling apples 2 the common folk
there is nothing in my hands.
traded movement 4 some chicken and whathaveyou
&there is even less in my mind. you said:

look attt me etc..c.c.c
well im doing just fine

we don't have to sit and wait.
they're going to take everything.


you've gone insane.