Lyric

I found this fruit

In the quiet field tonight

Nobody here

Only the wind

Only the noise

I think

Something is watching

In the middle of the wheat

There is no sound

My heart

Is beating like broken machines

I hold this apple

Like a small red sun

But something inside it

Is already rotten

I try to pray

But the sky is static

I try to breathe

But the air is electric

This red harvest in my hands

Breaking silence of the land

All the prayers turn to noise

All the angels lose their voice

If this fruit is what I chose

Let the whole world overdose

Red harvest

Red harvest

Someone told me

“Don’t bite it”

But the field is empty now

And the night is very long

The drum inside my head

Is getting faster

Faster

Faster

Maybe this is the sound

Of everything collapsing

This red harvest in my hands

Breaking silence of the land

All the prayers turn to noise

All the angels lose their voice

If this fruit is what I chose

Let the whole world overdose

Red harvest

Red harvest

The field is quiet again

But the noise

Stayed inside me