He takes a bite of the apple, and a vision appears
He follows the light, until the image is clear
He sees her porcelain beauty, against another man's skin
He hears her moaning, a wish he hadn't for him
With grotesque fascination, he watches till they fall still
He burns with the knowledge, of good and evil
It feels like he's falling, falling, feels like he's falling, falling
Out of grace and into knowledge
He watches with dry eyes, eyes that have changed
One final memory, of the vision remains
A playful body, enjoying the sweet taste of sin
A dance of love, that's now foreign to him
It feels like he's falling, falling, feels like he's falling, falling
Out of grace and into knowledge
Day turns to night, night turns to day
He puts the illusions, of his childhood away
With new understanding, he builds a world of his own
Outside the garden, he finds a will to go on
It feels like he's falling, falling, feels like he's falling, falling
Out of grace and into knowledge
It feels like he's falling, falling, feels like he's falling, falling
Out of grace and into knowledge
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