The Flowers fade away
As you as me
And the man was so alone
They took his house, his home
They took his life
And made it their own
The Garden acts so beautiful
As you as me
Fallen Apples Crash
Beneath the tree
ME *8
Look for the growing tree
The tree is in me
But one day our trunk will fall.
And now it`s matching your soul
We lit our hatred when it`s cold
Good Gods are gone
Stupidity is fun
