Twisted Tree

(verse one)
Old rumors are coming back to haunt me
take a toll from the underside, we pretend that were still alive

You may think you’re going to find what you seek
just like the boy cried, and called the wolf to be his bride

(chorus one)
you bite more than you can burn
you twist more than you can turn
the truth is not easily discerned
by bleggering the lines
and making quick disguise
you may fault all of time
but you were there,
(maybe, and that’s all I got to say about that.)

(verse two)
It hurts my veins as it hurts my mind, its just a vehicle
my heart won’t take anytime, as the soul sold, soul sold.

How did we end up in the south east,
our trials will endlessly run, as a storm is on the come

(chorus one)

I take a life quick as I bite me teeth, the juice runs down my chin

animal becomes me,
then consumes me, becomes me.

life is a cycular gift, i’m webbed in as deep as sin
we exchange it like our breath, its quality life deserves.

there is an appreciation gained when quality
is experienced. Likewise, there is an abundance
of energy in a life formed with high quality
There is a magical province in our mind
that can be haunted by lies and memories.
We search tirelessly for spirits and comforting words
when the whole world is in your head.
And it is in your head, where the so-called-demon
was conceived. We are the nurturer of our own
good and evil, this is why there is no such thing.
There only is. And you are, so when you dream
and evil things come it is merely a reflection
of what you’ve regretted and done

(chorus 2 outro)
a body may be burned
even while its heart churns
yet its soul cannot be earned
but instead it is given like
fruit from the tree,
so why free it early?
just let be, let be let be let be let be let be let be let be (cascades into a beautiful oblivion)

A.G. Balázs

A.G. Balázs is a Director, Producer, Actor, Video and Photographer, Screenwriter, Poet. Songwriter and Musician.



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