Verse 1

You wear that perfect ruby skin

A polished shine, a practiced grin

But every bite tastes sharp and strange

Sweet on the shelf, poison underneath

Pre-Chorus

While you turn your nose at mine

One small wormhole, crooked line

You never asked what waits inside

You only saw what you decided

Chorus

Blood apple, blood apple

Don’t judge the fruit by its cover

The bruised one hides a sugar heart

The flawless one can poison another

Blood apple, blood apple

Look past the shine and the stain

The sweetest truth can wear a scar