Sun 歌词

I was eaten alive by the reflection of my own teeth From the inside out meat, second me, cannibal eternal Son of Marcus the first Raised in the shadow of patriarchal blur Shadows need the Sun Hindsight proposes a treatment at night When no moments suffice to outline The culture shift And it's seemingly burdening Son of Marcus the first Raised in the shadow of patriarchal blur Shadows need the Sun And to you adieu Sundered the soul Thunderous realisations