Murderer!Man of fire.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 deathIn mother nature's plans.Like Prometheus we
are bound,Chained to this rock of a brave new world,Our
godforsaken lot.