Prompt / Lyrics
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
Tags
Mathrock, funk, female
Duration
4:28
Instrumental
No
Created
4/20/2026