WHITE WORLD Can you go any faster because we’re running out of time and you know you feel it to, the way they are breathing down your neck. Let the engine roar like a nuclear core And how I dread the coming of the morning sun when it becomes So painfully clear what you are and what you´ve done
In a White world under a black sun My words against your guns The cold steel against the warm flesh My words against your guns
There is no one here but you and me now I can hear you breathe through the noise from the other side Torn apart under a steel grey sky
In a White world under a black sun My words against your guns The cold steel against the warm flesh My words against your guns