Under The Sun

Why do we feed on sin?

Made out of clay

To end up in fire

Our human kind

Destined to find

Of all things how can we

In this ocean of lies

Give up the true meaning

For our ego

I accept that some things

Under the sun

Are not meant to be understood

But why, why do we feed on sin?

Ashes to ashes

And dust back to dust

A human mind

Destined to find

Of all things how can we

In this ocean of lies

Give up the true meaning

For our ego

I accept that some things

Under the sun

Are not meant to be understood

I accept that some things

Under the sun

Are not meant to be understood

I accept that some things

Under the sun

Are not meant to be understood