Apple Juice

The Apple of my eye, isn't ripe, but it won't die
nothing is something i'm willing to try(feel) still after all these years
So resume your life and when you fly your kite
i hope it reaches the highest point in the sky
when your blinded by the light just close your eyes, and hold that twine tight.

wrap it around your wrist, like a balloon
stare to the sky
as god starts to piss, a list of useless lies,
that these misled mice
eat up as a guide,
just close your eyes
and hold that twine

once you let go
the piss turns to gold
your perched on a cross
cause you let your kite fold,
and now your alone,
as the cloud starts to throw
down hissing cries