Black Sun

Murderer! Man of fire. Murderer! I've seen the eyes of living dead. It's the same game - survival. The great mass play a waiting game. Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain. All sense of freedom gone. Black sun in a white world. Like having a black son in a white world. I have a son, His name is Eden. It's his birthright, Beyond estranged time. Give me 69 years, Another season in this hell. It's all *** and death as far as I can tell. Like Prometheus we are bound, Chained to this rock of a brave new world, Our godforsaken lot. And I feel that's all we've ever needed to know, 'Til worlds end and the seas run cold. Give me 69 years, Another season in this hell. There is *** and death In mother nature's plans. Like Prometheus we are bound, Chained to this rock of a brave new world, Our godforsaken lot.