Age Of Unlit Sun

Wolves walk away, fallen into endless night.
And everything about everything  in nothingness stop,
There where we burn dead children that are so... alive
That never had the chance to find your lucky shot...

Its the age of unlit sun,  its the age of unlit sun

Towards the smell of blood and loss we walk,
Betting coins on who will live and who will die
Speechless religion of the lower love‘s rent‘s costs
Of sleeping in the high grass strangled cry...

Its the age of unlit sun,  its the age of unlit sun

My iron lungs tells me truth that was your lie...
I guess I‘m lucky that I do not know myself,
For if I knew, I wouldn‘t want to stay alive
In this dust line of science books on upper shelf...

Its the age of unlit sun,  its the age of unlit sun

Its me in the corner, lying for my wooden god...
My wooden god is cursed with life and cannot die...
My wooden god hates me and I despise my god...
A new religion of the things that never come to be...

Its the age of unlit sun,  its the age of unlit sun

Its not important who bet on whom
Like unimportant suicide of unimportant day...
You lost your breath in lifeless room,
Renting death and hoping that you‘ll never pay...

Its the age of unlit sun,  its the age of unlit sun

We talk too much... We never talk enough...
Forgetting names and faces of the ones that left...
So soft in middle, but on edges – rough...
Giving all we can but never giving our best...

Its the age of unlit sun,  its the age of unlit sun

Seems we are innocent, tarnished with the chalk...
Not blinking... looking at each others life
But game of mind does always ends in fusillade
Then...we fall dawn, still clutching fallen star
In bruised palms...Warming it from starless sky
And hoping...bleeding for the last spark...
That never comes...