LYRIC

A dead sun burns over a grey and blue iris
Slumbering no longer, sinking feverish before a lunar face
A dead sun shatters us all
Murder lambs, unknowing
Eat the hearts of your children
Bury mothers, alive
Wander, in contempt of life
A dead sun shatters

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