Masters of the Big House - Antarctic Sun

Nothing to say
Running away
It's all a game
Going insane
Wasting my time
Straight out of line
Bruising my skin
Deep from within

You always lied
When you were dying
I was just merely smiling
It's freezing cold
On the horizon
The cool Antarctic Sun
You plant the seed
Hide from the light
Far from the sweet delight
Raised from the dead
Heat from the coal
I freed your pitied soul

Well that's all she wrote
Just a word of advice
Don't look into the sun
The sun

The water is rising
Please be forgetting

Written by:
Brett Bullock, Joe Karmazyn

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