Cod Piece Face

I want to open your mind
I want to fell your remorse
I want to bathe in the blood
That gave life to the corpse.

No longer prisoners of time
I caress your remains
A lifeless meaningless shell
To store the hurt & pain.

Waiting for the Sun
Scattered rats of solace
Climbing the ropes to the
Homeless soul.

Waiting for the Sun.
Waiting for the Sun.

Poisonous wounds are healing
Black water birth
Cleanse the sores & the
Earth is Waiting for the Sun.
For the Sun.