In the garden where the dust gets kicked,
Two trees stand where the roots run thick
One splits the world, says “this or that,”
That is the Tree of Good and Evil.
The image of a god. The end of questions.
Bite that fruit, start sortin’ souls,
Turnin’ live things into rules and roles
Millions read the lines, bend ’em each way
Wars over words till night breaks to day
Every belief wants another to believe
Every belief has the power to deceive
Quit gnawin’ that fable, let the forked tree fall,
Puke up the old gods, tear down every wall
Just live, eat, breathe from the tree that’s alive,
Think for your damn self—that’s how we survive
No sacred ash, no locks on your mind,
One beatin’ heart, and the hunger’s a sign:
You’re alive
Doctrines are mirrors, show what we chase,
Power or pity, a mask on each face.
Marches and malice pressed on one page,
While the real tree feeds us, age after age
Every bite you take once had breath,
Ate in its turn, then it tangled with death
Drop the apple, not the meal — feel the rope uncoil,
Drum your own rhythm, trust your own soil
Every belief wants another to believe
Every belief has the power to deceive
Stop chewin’ the story, let the split trunk die
Spit out the labels, clear that imagination from the sky
We eat, we breathe, from the tree that’s alive
What lived, then died, is how we survive.
Stop chewing on that old story
Your God of glory
No sacred ash, no locks on your mind,
One beatin’ heart, and the hunger’s a sign:
You’re alive
You can fast for days you can hold your breath
But the body keeps the books on death
So take the bite — no sin, no gate,
The life tree feeds you; it’s never too late
Run with the briar, let sap run your veins,
Carve your own name, slip out of the chains
Break it down
Every belief wants another to believe
Every belief has the power to deceive
Every believer has his own tree, good and evil carved deep,
A message they share, blind to the lies that it keeps
Thinkin' they're saviors, they proselytize pain
Not knowin' their fruit breeds division and chains
One holy book, a million dark creed
Deception takes root in the words that they preach
Every believer has his own belief
His own way to seek relief
God is mankind’s imagination
Pasted down through thousands of years of conversation
But every meal was a life, and that life ate too
No commandments carved it
No heaven approved
That’s the tree. That’s me. That’s you
Quit gnawin’ that fable, let the forked tree fall
Puke up the old gods, tear down every wall
Just live, eat, breathe from the tree that’s alive
Think for your damn self—that’s how we survive
No sacred ash, no locks on your mind
One beatin’ heart, and the hunger’s a sign:
You’re alive
No good, no evil, just the pulse of the now
Breath in your chest — that’s the only vow
Tree of Life ain’t a choice, it’s the chain
We eat, we feed it, then we turn to rain
You’re free, you’re whole — come feast with me
The tree of belief
DrummerDave26
