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🎵 EDEN'S LAST APPLE - Eliot Rivers
Dive into the seductive, neon-drenched world of Eliot Rivers' "Eden's Last Apple" — a dark electropop anthem infused with trap beats, exploring temptation, rebellion, and the decay of paradise. From the album "Timeless Tales Music," this track merges haunting synths with razor-sharp lyrics for an unforgettable sonic experience.

Lyrics Featured (Full lyrics in video):
"Neon commandments flicker on the walls...
She spins a cherry stem between blood-stained claws.
One bite, and the world turns fragile."

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Eden's last apple

Neon commandments flicker on the walls,
She spins a cherry stem between blood-stained claws.
"Twelve-inch heels crack the floor," she grins,
A sip of sin in a glass of gin.

"Dance with me ‘til the speakers bleed,
I’ll be your virtue, you’ll be my need."
Synthetic hearts sync to the bass,
Her lips trace poison, sweet and misplaced.

Hit the lights, let the shadows preach,
DJ, drown the guilt in the beat.
One bite, and the stars align—
Paradise is a neon lie.

I’ll bring you the final apple,
Juice on your tongue, thorns in the chapel.
Wear your shame like a diamond crown,
We’ll burn heaven just to shut it down.
I’ll bring you the final apple
One taste, and the world turns fragile.

(Oh-oh-oh) Eden’s got claws,
(Oh-oh-oh) Break every law,
(Oh-oh-oh) Feast on the flaw,
(Oh-oh-oh) Eden’s last call.

Midnight confessions melt into sweat,
Her laugh’s a razor, his pulse in debt.
"Can’t hear your doubts with the bass this loud,
Thorns bloom quiet under the crowd."

The garden’s rotting, but oh, it’s divine,
Paradise choked on its own vine.
Her spine’s a ladder, his breath a prayer—
"Eden’s a wound, and I’ll make you tear."

I’ll bring you the final apple
Juice on your tongue, thorns in the chapel.
Wear your shame like a diamond crown,
We’ll burn heaven just to shut it down.
I’ll bring you the final apple
One taste, and the world turns fragile.

Dawn breaks, but the club still breathes,
Thorns twist ‘round his lungs like leaves.
"Eden’s not lost—it’s a lie we ate,"
She whispers, as the lights disintegrate.