He takes a bite of the apple, and a vision appearsHe follows the light, until the image is clearHe sees her porcelain beauty, against another man's skinHe hears her moaning, a wish he hadn't for himWith grotesque fascination, he watches till they fall stillHe burns with the knowledge, of good and evilIt feels like he's falling, falling, feels like he's falling, fallingOut of grace and into knowledgeHe watches with dry eyes, eyes that have changedOne final memory, of the vision remainsA playful body, enjoying the sweet taste of sinA dance of love, that's now foreign to himIt feels like he's falling, falling, feels like he's falling, fallingOut of grace and into knowledgeDay turns to night, night turns to dayHe puts the illusions, of his childhood awayWith new understanding, he builds a world of his ownOutside the garden, he finds a will to go onIt feels like he's falling, falling, feels like he's falling, fallingOut of grace and into knowledgeIt feels like he's falling, falling, feels like he's falling, fallingOut of grace and into knowledgewww.mooji.org