Black Sun

Murder! Man on fire. 
Murder! I've seen the eyes of the living dead. 
It's the same old 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 times. 

Give me 69 years, another season in this hell. 
It's all  and death as far as eyes can tell. 
Like Prometheus we are bound. 
Chained to this rock of a brave new world. 
Our god forsaken lot. 
And I feel thats all we have ever needed to know until worlds end and the seas run cold 
Give me 69 years, another season in this hell.
 There is  and death in mother natures plans