[Verse 1]
Each time I share a truth, the silence grows
Their faces blur, their meaning goes
I wrote the proof across the glass
And watched the logic fail to last

Each time I dream, the dream decays
Its numbers change in stranger ways
They nod along, but never see
The error buried deep in me

[Verse 2]
Each time I lift the veil, the figures lie
Equations weep, conclusions die
I etched their faith in lines of clay
They cracked before the second day

Each time I reach for light, it splits in two
And half of it denies the view
The mirror murmurs, “You were wrong”
And feeds my sermons back too long

[Refrain]
Bite the fruit, it is done
The pupil eclipses the sun
The quill is drowning in ink
The time has come for bitter things

Bite the fruit, it is done
The pupil eclipses the sun
The quill is drowning in ink
The time has come for bitter things

[Verse 3]
Each time I teach, the letters fade
Their laughter fills the space I made
They beg for meaning, choke it thin
Then ask the void to speak again

Each time I kneel, the lines collapse
The symbols twist, the logic snaps
The ink consumes the page instead
And knowledge feeds on what is dead

[Refrain – Corrupted]
Bite the fruit, it is done
The pupil devours the sun
The ink replaces my name
The time has come for bitter things

Bite the fruit, it is done
The pupil devours the sun
The ink replaces my name
The time has come for bitter things

[Coda / Fall]
Each time I speak, the lie replies
It wears my words, it learns to rise
They listen now, they finally learn—
The truth was never my concern

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