He knows everything
He becomes silent slyly
You do
He comes and spoils
He waits for the last day
He throws up the hate
His heart is swamp
It swallows tomorrow
You can't see, you can't hear, he always exists
A white palace in the hill
A clown king in the palace
News of a disaster is his work, who is next?
Painter of bloody pictures
Human being grave in the exhibition
The thing which is for sale is darkness in the frame
His God is money
He is slave
His words are poison
Don't listen to him
Loyal manservants
Flatters him
He produces fear
He hides with decorations
You buy, you sell, you swallow
A white palace in the hill
A clown king in the palace
News of a disaster is his work, who is next?
Painter of bloody pictures
Human being grave in the exhibition
The thing which is for sale is darkness in the frame