When the vaccin expired
not everyone had agreed
that that mountain on fire
shine halo down on me
the flatline's not alive
and your sins won't deny
taking pictures of mine
and his rage is now dry
We wrote it
We moan it
we grieve it
We leave it
We have planted him on the backyard
We have pinned him to the black yard
The fungus corruption
in his very own limbs
As a foreign abduction
Start the pain that we bleed
We all have the same scars
The same white carbon star
He is the late dark black sun
We are all looking tonight
We wrote it
We moan it
We grieve it
We leave it
We have planted him on the backyard
We have pinned him to the black yard
