Man of fire.
Murderer!
I've seen the eyes of living dead.
Its 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 sun in a white world.
I have a son,
His name is eden.
Its his birthright,
Beyond estranged time.
Give me 69 years,
Another season in this hell.
Its all s** 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 weve ever needed to know,
Til worlds end and the seas run cold.
Give me 69 years,
Another season in this hell.
There is s** and death
In mother natures plans.
Like prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.
Murderer! Man of fire. Murderer! I've seen the eyes of living dead. Its 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 sun in a white world. I have a son, His name is eden. Its his birthright, Beyond estranged time. Give me 69 years, Another season in this hell. Its all s** 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 weve ever needed to know, Til worlds end and the seas run cold. Give me 69 years, Another season in this hell. There is s** and death In mother natures plans. Like prometheus we are bound, Chained to this rock of a brave new world, Our godforsaken lot. Explain Request ×
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