Unripe One کے بول

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