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Black Sun

Irma

Watch out it's here, the monster's free
Their starving jaws, they'll eat you
Watch out, watch out
He's had enough now
Speak out and shout
He's gonna get you
A billion feet they'll be marching on

This smoke is thick
Your clock is ticking
The toc or tic will alarm you
A falling crown
No gem, no stones
Engraved in gold: He's gonna get you
A billion feel they'll be marching on

Don't wanna hear your false cries
Your white lies are king size
Don't wanna hear your false cries
No lies and no colors

Living with the black Sun
Shining under rays of darkness
Living with the black Sun
Dreading the fear that grows
The fear that grows

Hold back, hold back
Can't you see
How harmful all this can be
This ain't no place to call a home
This ain't no place to call a home
Think out think out
So carefully
Your choice what is it gonna be
Think out, think out and tie the beast down
Stand up and walk he's gonna get you
On your own two feet
You'll be marching on

Living with the black Sun
Shining under rays of darkness
Living with the black Sun
Dreading the fear that grows
The fear that grows

Composição: Irma Pany, Mylene Miles