I got a call from a friend named Dante He said take a walk with me, In the shades where the black fruit grow The greatest gift he gave to me And now I'm stuck inside a 60's white's riot Feels like I'm stuck inside some 40's holocaust I'm a fiend in a Cuban missle crisis Now I love to eat... Black apples Black apples Black apples Black apples, black apples (Yeah, you say it) I make an art out of cliché debauchery, With pride, lust and gluttony I'm the snake in the vines in your mind, With sloth and envy to buy And now I'm stuck inside a 60's white's riot Feels like I'm stuck inside some 40's holocaust I'm a fiend in a Cuban missle crisis Now I love to eat... Black apples Black apples Black apples Black apples, black apples Now I feel like time is ticking away... Feels like I need more greed... The only thing that I need to do... Is bring some wrath down on me. Black apples Black apples, black apples Hey! One time, is too much. ??? your time where the black fruit grows. 'Cause I'm running 'Cause I'm running