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 sun 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 sex 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 sex and death
In mother nature`s plans.