Leave us, the lying, cheating ones.
Bruised by beating a bottled fruit I found.
I found love, found jesus christ ripe and filling.
This fruits enough to feed myself, and no one else.
This meal is enough to heal.

Fed me to stay, curious of being thought out.
They fed me to stay, curious of being thought out.
What do our brothers say? Always say.

This heart is, this is where it stays.
This is where god is, and this is where is stays.
Oh god, I feel it.
No finer feeling exists.