Exhumation Passing Suns
Like passing suns in a desperate world I passed through life watching the time getting so old Plunge in an elusive dream seeking lost, places of my dying past chasing my fate into a dreary sky windows of pain permit me to fly Like the wanton thoughts of the wind I want to follow the restless circle of the sun I want to veil my face behind the secret side of the moon Hide, find your inner self cry out for your lost sky born again another sign of the passing suns Falling into infinity where I belong dragging the time of my existence
