Soft Whispers Of The Chemical Sun

The subtle hum of machines underground

a cosmic journey through the volatile mind

Close your eyes and hear the voice afar

The soft whispers of the chemical sun

A fleet of missiles in the picturesque sky

Your white body lying under the sun

From the open wounds the future runs

like soft whispers of the chemical sun

From open wounds

Our future runs

You are cold but your eyes still stare

the passing bodies in the river red

We shall wake you when the moment comes

With soft whispers of the chemical sun

From open wounds

Our future runs