The Half Life of a Setting Sun ,1993
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Preamble: In the half life of a setting sun, time travel exists. In the naked singularity of a blackhole, when a sun is truly dying, you become what you want to.
This is the song.
Born of the night, in the sky's own light.
Left to the sun, to die on the run.
Born of the stars, near the ballroom of Mars.
My life on the run, the half life of a sun.
Chorus:
We know that it's ending soon,
We know the band's out of tune. We know.
Slave to the earth, to my death, from birth.
Life on the edge? Have you "the Edge"?
Loved till I lost, such a cost.
My feelings are numb, the half life of a Son.
From the start of it all, I've run with the ball.
You must pay your dues? Walk a mile in my shoes.
For better or worse, I've turned to my verse.
I've seen what's to come, the half life of a sun.
It's a hurricane of pain, to know the insane.
Begin at the start, find a key to my heart.
In all that's been said, I should have been dead.
To all that I've done, the half life of the Son.
For the song that is sung, my gold not yet spun,
We've not yet begun, goodbye and for one,
The Half Life of the Sun.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2016
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