No hope inside , I know I died
An Apple born of sin
The woman ate, the future cried as something changed within
The human race exposed its face, as it bit into skin
Into the fruit, the first dispute of man, his soul and Him
An Apple born of sin
The woman ate, the future cried as something changed within
The human race exposed its face, as it bit into skin
Into the fruit, the first dispute of man, his soul and Him
