When the wood's grown high
In the agony of God
No one is one in its existence
When Plane leaves loosen green
In the meantime of age
No one is one on its time
Only roots stay alive
In the end of a big lie.
When the wood's grown high
In the agony of God
No one is one in its existence
When Plane leaves loosen green
In the meantime of age
No one is one on its time
Only roots stay alive
In the end of a big lie.