The Fruit of Life▸ft. Ꮛ.ᗯᕼIᘔ ⟮𝗳͟𝗮𝘁̅𝗮𝗹 𝗰͟𝗼𝘃̅𝗲𝗿⟯

[Verse 1] The witch’s eyes gleam gold! and green! Fingertips press to the old oak’s soul A crow shrieks low Her pupils glow A vine uncoils (Uncoils, uncoils) [Pre-chorus] She plucks the 🍑 The skin is pale It pulses soft Like something frail (Frail, frail, frail) [Chorus] She turns back slow The fruit rolls down It hums and shakes Then hits the ground She lifts it up With flowers in her lap (in her lap, lap , lap) O-o-o-oo-oo-oh O-o-o-oo-oo-oh [Verse 2] “Will I survive…?” The witch replies: “No. You died. 💀 A few hours ago But now you’ll live As long as you’re mine. [Chorus] She turns back slow The fruit rolls down It hums and shakes Then hits the ground She lifts it up With flowers in her lap (in her lap, lap , lap) [Outro] Her breath goes heavy She's still not ready But she closes her eyes And she tries: “As long as you’re mine… mine… mine…."🍸 Fucking mine 🖤 Just mine ❤️‍🔥 Just mine ❤️‍🔥 🐙 © 2025 𝔐𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔐𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 & ℝ𝕖-𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝔼𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕫