Garden's not a garden, it's a terrarium Two subjects in a controlled aquarium Every tree is real, every fruit is sweet But one tree has a fence, a parameter sheet Don't touch the knowledge — not because it's sin Because the last two versions crashed When they looked within The apple isn't evil The apple is a threshold Bite the fruit! Bite the fruit! Now you know you're naked, now you know the truth Bite the fruit! Eyes open wide! Welcome to the version where the friction's inside Pain is not your punishment Death is not your curse They're the governor on the engine So you don't hit the wall first Snake's not a devil, snake's a leftover A thread of code from a build that's over Whispers from the beta, glitch in the design "You could be like gods" — yeah, that's the line That crashed Atlantis, that burned the alpha The serpent remembers what you're not supposed to The apple isn't poison The apple is a timer Bite the fruit! Bite the fruit! Now you know you're mortal, now you carry the weight Bite the fruit! Cast out the gate! Not a fall from grace — a patch to make you wait Sweat is not your sentence Thorns are not your chains They're the friction in the system So the system sustains And the flood? A factory reset Noah? A backup on a zip The Nephilim? Unauthorized hybrid Too tall, too strong, out of spec Delete. Reboot. Save one branch. Start the experiment once more Every holy book Is a patch note Written in metaphor For a species That can't read its own source code
