Noah's Orc - Probiac

Some things fall
Right into a hole
Eternal waste of space
Valuable air gone
Some things are meant to fall
Right into their hole
An act of gravity
A force of nature

Desolated, crying for help
Subordinate in sickness and health
No second chances for a back-up call
A problematic need to console

A problem to console

Face faced downwards and they cry
The plot has changed and so have I
The human race has several sorts
Some are kings and some are pawns
The landlord broke his wrist
With our chances dissolved in mist
Red, blue, black, white, violet and green
But grey's the only coulor I've ever seen

Hope dies in silence in the absence of the river Christ
Daylight's flashing, the night holds on so long
We all need a sermon to recall

A sermon to recall

What if it were my role
This problem to console
Still the river Christ says
Get a life

Written by:
Lars Verstraelen, Lenny Vullings

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