Fruitful lives
Spoiled like lees
Creed of clowns
Kneeling down
Sorrow and sacrifice
Comfort of pride
The king is new
The crown is tired
It always felt like
Fear of life
But you could push away
I've seen it coming
Every night
Saying "hi" like a friend
It's coming over
The day will come
How to be prepared
The endless searching
Of mustard seeds
Is tearing me apart
Like a raffle
With no prize
Suddenly...
Everything stops