In The Shadow Of The Sun

The reward will be submission and a lack of self-control

We all need some permission or a rise of self-control

With my awkward conduct the past is just a hole

Unwanted feelings spread a lack of self-control

In the shadow of the sun

Your life your thoughts your fears

With the burning cold of ice

Your face your eyes your ears

But nevertheless we sleep sweetly as in intoxication

Some day we will need an attempt at resuscitation

Some time we will see that our past is just a hole

And some day we should reach some more self-control

In the shadow of the sun

Your life your thoughts your fears

With the burning cold of ice

Your face your eyes your ears

We walk aimless in the shadow of the sun