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 [bad word]  
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 [bad word] cold 
Give me 69 years, another season in this [bad word] 
 There is  and death in mother natures plans