My Personal Murderer - Burning The Sun | Текст песни

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• My Personal Murderer
• Burning The Sun

Carving up the Sun
Burning feathers
Angel's falling down
From greed and fears

Devils' screaming soul
Is breaking silence
Heavenly and gone
You feel his violence

I've burned the sun.

God will never help
'Cause we are godless
Angel's falling down
From light to madness

I've burned the sun.