Lyrics Design - Glasser

Sweet fruit ripening in my arms
Do I alone notice?
That drip, sacrifice
Despite all the bruises, I want you

Sweet fruit, divide for me
You come apart easily
Your drip, full of life
And I will have you for mine
Your taste makes me ask again if there is a God
And if it's divine design that I should rip you up

If there is a God

If there is a God