Bitter fruits bitter fruits in the garden that used to be Eden they're now decaying and I'm treading down their pulp on the ground The sky is low the sky is grey and I'm waiting for the guillotine to come down see, the wind has gone quiet and I just feel so tired because you've been around You made off, left a void I wish I could lay my hands on you but then again, what sense would that make to add fuel to the fire when there's nothing more at stake? The night's coal black, impenetrable and I scrub the dirt from my shovel I'm so glad you've found your place now six feet under you now grovel Repeat 1st and 2nd verse Chorus (repeat 2x)