The Archtalesman - God's Candy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Chris G.]
On this tree of life, I've found it to be the truth
That every woman met can be seen as a fruit
From the womb, most of us begin at the roots
And take hold of the trunk, shod with our climbing boots
On our ascent of the pine, we seek the scent that we find
Most novel to our nostrils, seeping off of a rind
In the distance from below, all that could be seen
Was the bright and brilliant gleam of the apple's sheen
But usually, on most often occasions
The fruit is bruised upon our destination
And having arrived at the branch of this peach
Further finer fruit is seen, far out of reach
But the necessary effort seemingly required
To strain and obtain this new desired
Seems too great because you're out of shape
Plus these grapes reside at such a higher state
So wishing not to have wasted made toil
The achieved is snatched up before fall and spoil

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 2: Chris G.]
From birth, 'til my rest, I will always seek the best
I'm obsessed with this test, the tree upon my chest
I grabbed hold of the bark and headed for the low-hanging
But I'm never satisfied, my appetite is so changing
I set out for a branch, but when the fruit is attained
I can't help but complain about the loot and it's stains
I'm resolute to not refrain from my state of full metal
I will never be a pilgrim, I will never settle
I'm going for the sweetest, I strive for the most ripe
Those with said traits reside at the top heights
I scale a little higher with every line I write
And always get inspired by every dime I sight
But I hate that I'm so close to the ground
Stuck on these boughs with hoes loaded with pounds
I just have to keep climbing, the best lot's at the top
And reserved for despots, S. Dot, and Scott