1. IN THE SUN

Swollen
Worn and tired
Aching with a lack of desire
Starving
The victimizer
Waiting for the truth from the liar

It’s so bland
In the sun
The holy man
On the run

It’s so bland
In the sky
Hold it close
As it cries

Stagnant
Await the arrival
Clawing for a scrap of denial
Falling
In a spiral
Further to a vicious cycle

It’s so bland
In the sun
The holy man
On the run

It's so bland
In the sky
hold it close
As it cries,
cries