There's a time for everything
And no strain can stop the rust
The kingdom will come and take

Away our stupid thoughts

A green fruit is a cocoon

Cursed by fate to gorge or to bloom
Childish believers
Will lose their faith and drop from bough


Imagination paints you as butterfly
But a sketch is what we'll ever be

Emerging from thin lies
A coal world meets the dye
We're made as peers

But we divide as enemies
In faked tears
We cry and cry for others begging please


Every living thing
Generations gone before this

Asked the same questions
The enigma remains deep rooted here


Undeveloped fools, a speck
Unreclaimed offspring
Unborn nature tools to prick

A life long of playing sick

Unripe fruit

Raging with the element ninety two
Aiming for the sky
From a treetop damned to putrefy