The Sun 歌词

Everything under the sun Is getting burned Everything under the moon Is gonna sleep And i think that one day soon It's all gonna Big bags of blood bore by inference, big bags of water Sticks too tightly after Seems likes packaging are hurtling through busy city streets They're running fast, but what are they running from? Well, i hate to be the bearer of bad news But i've been all around, i've seen the globe from upside down There's no bearded man on a fiery flow With angels blowing trumpets below and calling out his judgment sounds If god exists in a place like this then Where else could a god or goddess be if he or she is not trapped inside? What if it's all just a black abyss and lips that kiss you When you're sick or feeling just a little out of touch