Old Orchard Floor Songtext
von Sanzu

This is the product of a perfectly structured birth
We are the fruit of the conditioning
We must preserve all that inspires love
For any inflected defect is just more work for you

Was this there for a reason?

For I missed the harvest, I′m a fool, you see?
Yeah, I'm the fool

It has to be my fault
Doesn′t that make sense to you now?
Not a thing will ever be questioned
There's no direction


Just poorly made mistakes, blindly applauded
Soulfully adored in the garden of art
The tomb of the triers
The grave of defiers

Oh, old orchard floor, I deem you my home

Now, I think to myself
What if I went on with the other ones and I left for good?
What if I never strayed to wade in the waste of all those like me
Who thought it would be fun to be free?

I've had enough of this me
I′ve had enough of this being

The poorly made mistakes
The soulfully adored
The blindly applauded
The old orchard floor

Now I must leave the rot
I must leave the home
And build a new world on my own