Cod Piece Face - Dead Horse

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.