Tree of life is all you need .

In the garden where the dust gets kicked,

Two trees stand where the roots run thick

One splits the world, says “this or that,”

That is the Tree of Good and Evil.

The image of a god. The end of questions.

Bite that fruit, start sortin’ souls,

Turnin’ live things into rules and roles

Millions read the lines, bend ’em each way

Wars over words till night breaks to day

Every belief wants another to believe

Every belief has the power to deceive

Quit gnawin’ that fable, let the forked tree fall,

Puke up the old gods, tear down every wall

Just live, eat, breathe from the tree that’s alive,

Think for your damn self—that’s how we survive

No sacred ash, no locks on your mind,

One beatin’ heart, and the hunger’s a sign:

You’re alive

Doctrines are mirrors, show what we chase,

Power or pity, a mask on each face.

Marches and malice pressed on one page,

While the real tree feeds us, age after age

Every bite you take once had breath,

Ate in its turn, then it tangled with death

Drop the apple, not the meal — feel the rope uncoil,

Drum your own rhythm, trust your own soil

Every belief wants another to believe

Every belief has the power to deceive

Stop chewin’ the story, let the split trunk die

Spit out the labels, clear that imagination from the sky

We eat, we breathe, from the tree that’s alive

What lived, then died, is how we survive.

Stop chewing on that old story

Your God of glory

No sacred ash, no locks on your mind,

One beatin’ heart, and the hunger’s a sign:

You’re alive

You can fast for days you can hold your breath

But the body keeps the books on death

So take the bite — no sin, no gate,

The life tree feeds you; it’s never too late

Run with the briar, let sap run your veins,

Carve your own name, slip out of the chains

Break it down

Every belief wants another to believe

Every belief has the power to deceive

Every believer has his own tree, good and evil carved deep,

A message they share, blind to the lies that it keeps

Thinkin' they're saviors, they proselytize pain

Not knowin' their fruit breeds division and chains

One holy book, a million dark creed

Deception takes root in the words that they preach

Every believer has his own belief

His own way to seek relief

God is mankind’s imagination

Pasted down through thousands of years of conversation

But every meal was a life, and that life ate too

No commandments carved it

No heaven approved

That’s the tree. That’s me. That’s you

Quit gnawin’ that fable, let the forked tree fall

Puke up the old gods, tear down every wall

Just live, eat, breathe from the tree that’s alive

Think for your damn self—that’s how we survive

No sacred ash, no locks on your mind

One beatin’ heart, and the hunger’s a sign:

You’re alive

No good, no evil, just the pulse of the now

Breath in your chest — that’s the only vow

Tree of Life ain’t a choice, it’s the chain

We eat, we feed it, then we turn to rain

You’re free, you’re whole — come feast with me

The tree of belief