Murderer!
Man of fire.

Murderer!
Ive 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 [bad word] 
Its 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 thats all weve ever needed to know,
til 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.

Like prometheus we are bound,
Chained to this rock of a brave new world,
Our godforsaken lot.