Sun
Smoking spitter,
Hell is where is holiday,
We watch you stare us down,
Falling, but held in heaven's black old town,
Son of no father,
Father of everyone,
Is your kind of fire in my kind of heart?,
We are all born blind,
So do we all shine from the start?,
Sitting between the shine and shade,
Am I the "We" that you forbade?,
Watching you stare down,
Falling...
Still in heaven's black old town,
We just wait... for heaven's sundown,
We, as babies on the ground
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