Apples

O, pater, munda cor meum
O, young shepherd-less lamb

And if you want a friend in
Higher places that can land you within
Holy light
Oneness light

Some say it has united brothers together
I say it has distanced my own mother forever
I say it's best to cleanse your hands from your martyr fathers
They said their hands on me were a sign of love and compassion
And now I know what bad apples taste like

You stand in the way of my ax and a tree
That fruits bad fruits, but not sour enough to shake beliefs
It does not fall on me to disprove what you can't prove
Cuz I'm not dying, no
I'm not dying, no
White lies

Some say it has united brothers together
I say it has distanced my own mother forever
I say it's best to cleanse your hands from your martyr fathers
They said their hands on me were a sign of love and compassion
And now I know what bad apples taste like

Miserere nobis, nobis
Miserere mei, mei
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Tu solus, Dominus

I know (I know)
Your thoughts and pain (thoughts and pain)
I know (I know)
It helps tame
Your existentialism

Libera
Libera me
Agnus Dei
Agnus Dei



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Daniel Nagase
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