The Fruit , The Bard and The Garden

Lyrics

Verse I I dug through kingdoms buried under sand, Measured Babel with a weathered hand. Counted towers, counted kings, Learned how every empire sings The same old hymn in different tongues: “Build it higher while you’re young.” I chased the comets through the ice, Mapped forgotten paradise, Asked if oceans once were fields, If mountains kept forgotten seals. Maybe every scar upon the earth Is just another place of birth. ⸻ Verse II I’ve watched the merchants count their gold, Sell tomorrow, package souls. Every headline buys a fear, Every prophet rents an ear. Power never shouts its name— It simply teaches us the game. The kingdoms rise. The kingdoms fall. Babylon still builds them all. Not with brick… Not anymore. Now she lays foundations Inside the human heart. ⸻ Pre-Chorus And every age believes It is the first to stand At history’s last doorway. But every age Was only practicing. ⸻ Chorus If the devil’s got a problem— He can get in line. Hell can take a number. Truth was never mine. I’m just another pilgrim Covered up in dust, Learning every kingdom Turns to rust. Only love survives the fire. ⸻ Verse III I’ve seen the satellites above, The algorithms selling love, The maps that know where every footstep lands, Invisible and clean hands. They measure bodies, Count the names, Trade attention, Trade our shame. Yet none of them Can calculate The weight Of mercy. ⸻ Verse IV Children cry in broken streets. Widows ration crumbs to eat. Somewhere kings discuss the cost As if numbers mourn the lost. Yet still a jar refuses empty. Still the oil somehow remains. Grace has always loved To bloom Inside impossible terrains. ⸻ Bridge Maybe Eden Wasn’t lost. Maybe it has always been Growing quietly beneath the asphalt. Waiting. Maybe Revelation Isn’t simply The end of history— Maybe it’s the unveiling Of what history Was trying to hide. ⸻ Instrumental No words. Just the sound Of civilizations Collapsing into wind… Until only a heartbeat remains. ⸻ Final Verse I searched for monsters In the heavens. Found mirrors. I searched for Babylon Across the sea. Found pieces of her Living quietly inside me. The tower wasn’t built From stone. It was built Every time I wanted the throne Instead of the cross. ⸻ Final Chorus If the devil’s got a problem— He can get in line. Hell can take a number. Love outlives time. Every crown is temporary. Every tyrant fades away. Every empire writes its name Upon the sand… Until the tide remembers Who made the sea. ⸻ Outro (spoken) When I began this road, I thought I was studying Comets… Kings… Wars… Prophecies… Hidden powers… Ancient ruins… Secret histories… But somewhere between The first page of Genesis And the last page of Revelation… I discovered The story was never really about them. It was about us. Every generation Builds another Babel. Every soul Chooses another kingdom. And every day, Quietly, Without headlines, Without applause— The Gardener Still walks In the cool of the evening… Asking only one question. “Where are you?”