Brother Ali, Idris Phillips - The Bitten Apple lyrics

Dark places I would play
I 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 dying (keep the fire burning) no not
Dying (I'm tryin' ta)

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 our
Deepest darkest secrets
Warning signs that read help needed
Too ashamed to seek it
Seems so easily deleted when you're browsing
But can't erase the history of
What your eyes allowed in
The intimately profound ecstasy
That gives life's
Stripped of all it's 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
I 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 dying
(keep the fire burning) no not dying

Don't get it twisted
There's no innocence existing in
It's 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 gettin' 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 reminds you
Of your weak habit's
You have no mercy for yourself
And so you're 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 sit's a portal
To your inner battle
Children of Adam still grappling
With that bitten apple

Dark places I would play
I 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 dying (I keep the fire burning)
No not dying (I'm trying to keep it)

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