(?) I found my place on earth No need to take, no need to kill No need to leave The apple is rotten and decayed The garden, forgotten and betrayed No need to fight, no need for fear No need to find the home, and what i feel [I am already here] Fell beneath the tree, the roots are atrophied Whatever's made for you, neither(?) was made for me... The time will rake up your propaganda show There's always a traitor in the self-made row But even if I kill your leader today You've got masses of kids... Then pray. Fell beneath the tree, the roots are atrophied Whatever's made for you, neither(?) was made for me... Fell beneath the tree, the roots are atrophied There's nothing left to feed, there's no-one left but me. And when you close your eyes There's nothing you will miss The more we felt before Nothing more than this... Fell beneath the tree, the roots are atrophied Whatever's made for you, neither(?) was made for me