Secret's of Silent Sun

This sunlight shines on rubble burns on the city streets
Wasted in words of mumble are angels shattered screams
Perverted virgins sing their perverted serenade
Their sons will come for us but i wont be taken alive.

Jakarta shines on rubble burns on the city streets
Wasted in words of mumble are angels shattered screams
Perverted virgins sing their perverted serenade
Their sons will come for us but i wont be taken alive.

Scriptures and prophecies are lost
Statements on H-bombs made their point and we'd know
We are the target for your guns
Eager to take the bullet
When threes a crowd and fours a slaughter

From the ashes of the storm rise the silent sun
Like bloodstains on a dress

(Trade your hearts for gold, bodies growing cold)

That could never wash away

For we are the lost
Holding on to our ways
Follow the bloodstains
Into our graves

DIE..DIE..DIE..DIE..DIE..DIE

*insert killer guitar lick here*

We strife to find the perfect architecture, designs of life
Recalibrating fate

Time stands still as blood race down these hands..
Holding on to what is left.