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The Bitten Apple
Brother Ali Idris Phillips
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Dark places I would play
Watch the night turn into day
Screaming voices in my mind
Leave me cold and so hard to find
Thank God those demons didn't last
Dealing with the wreckage of my past
Not done, keep the fire burning
No, not done, I'm trying to...
There's no suicide like the lie that you tell yourself and believe it
Mask look decent, face is weeping underneath it
Self-hate, feasting on your deepest darkest secrets
Warning signs that read "Help needed", too ashamed to seek it
Seems so easily deleted when you're browsing
Can't erase the history of what your eyes allowed in
The intimately profound ecstasy that gives life
Stripped of all its meaning 'til it eats you from the inside
The big lie: you just do this to get you through the slim times
One click at a time 'til you prefer the counterfeit kind
Seen so many scenes that it would seem you're desensitized
Just to get your fix you begin dipping into the sick side
Seeking to feed a demon that you no longer recognize
If you swear it off you'll never find a place you can hide
Inside your pocket lies a portal to your inner battle
Children of Adam still grappling with that bitten apple
Dark places I would play
Watch the night turn into day
Screaming voices in my mind
Leave me cold and so hard to find
Thank God those demons didn't last
Dealing with the wreckage of my past
Not done, keep the fire burning
No, not done...
Don't get it twisted, there's no innocence
Existing in this biggest business
You create specific demand whenever you click it
Whatever it is you're into, someone's got to fill it
Have their lowest moments frozen to be shown infinite
You watch the porn get savager, box office movies nastier
The TV getting trashier, school girls are flashing the
Camera, profile pic look just like the next amateur
Babies get exposed, no one's controlling how it damage them
You find yourself detaching, retreating, reacting
Deep anger, decreased passion and you keep lashing out
Your sweet family remind you of your weak habits
You have no mercy for yourself and so you relapsing
Your sweet attraction used to drive you to that deep connection
You're feeling so cold and lonely when you least expect it
Atop your desk sits a portal to your inner battle
Children of Adam still grappling with that bitten apple
Dark places I would play
Watch the night turn into day
Screaming voices in my mind
Leave me cold and so hard to find
Thank God those demons didn't last
Dealing with the wreckage of my past
Not done, keep the fire burning
No, not done, I'm trying to keep it...
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Now that I have died, I have no taste for life
Or the affairs of the living, only for love
And the affair of the lovers
The affairs of the living are many and assorted
The affair of the lovers is singular and complete
Do not mourn this walking carcass
Some are dead because they are without life
Others are dead because they are beyond life
Yet others have forgotten the affair of life and death altogether
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