Perfect little golden fruit
As rare as the freedom you've brought upon
As rare as the fruit itself that brought upon
The soaring feeling of a falling fruit

Perfect golden fruit that was once a flower
A flower which for heaven's mercy bloomed
Dew drops on petals like a groom
It grooves along a rainy shower

Perfect, too perfect and flawless
An escape from this wonderful place
Of rotten carcasses beneath a smiley face
Perfect escapism nonetheless

Too perfect. Shining too perfectly
Even with eyes shut I see clearer
A fruit so **** sweet and sour
That shall it be gone I'll crave death badly

And should perfection leave existence
Darkness will breakout, so does my eyelid
Pure gold fruits are fairytales to begin with
In real typhoons no groom shall dance