Lyrics

Rip it off... Eat this... Eat ... Eat ... What kind of tree grows in the center of the garden What strange fruits it has Maybe the one who tastes of them Will be worth to be considered the chosen one? The tree of knowledge is before you Taste its fruits,get to know yourself! The tree of knowledge is before you Taste its fruits,get to know yourself! What is happening to me What kind of power fills my body These voices in my head I don't hear them anymore No! The tree of knowledge is before you Taste its fruits,get to know yourself! The tree of knowledge is before you Taste its fruits,get to know yourself!
Writer(s): Vladislav Iashalov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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