Letra de Black apples

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