"The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid." Copyright © 2026 Lamefroid. All rights reserved He clawed at stars to steal their fire, let chances slip through trembling hands. Youth drained out in cold desire, dreams stayed ghosts on barren lands. Nostalgia wraps the truth in gold, makes the boy seem god and free. Rot still whispers, sharp and cold— he murdered what he used to be. He dreamt he was a red apple, or dreamt the red apple it was him? He dreamt he was a red apple, or dreamt the red apple it was him? Red… red… red… An apple in the garden Dead… dead… dead… Dreams harden Red… red… red… An apple in the garden Dead… dead… dead… Dreams harden Fear swallowed flame, no mercy shown, sweet lie won, the void drew near. Bruised fruit falls, forever known— that’s all remains of youth and fear. He dreamt he was a red apple, or dreamt the red apple it was him? He dreamt he was a red apple, or dreamt the red apple it was him? Red… red… red… An apple in the garden Dead… dead… dead… Dreams harden Red… red… red… An apple in the garden Dead… dead… dead… Dreams harden
