Whispers Of A Dying Sun, Part II

In the vastness
In the land of nod east of Eden

Works in the joints
Like it far
Combination its complication
In a chart of our duty
Turn this light
Its so wrong so like it

Come and see some, bar, take, go
I'm not sure on the dear determitence
Like hypnosis, its a presence
Its so wrong so like it

At the maximum edge of agony,
Enveloped in smoke,
It lays down in the streets,
Conscious of its senseless
Its the smoke, its the smoke

Inhabitants of the city
Start climbing me
Giant laying waste, waste waste.

Where is the sun...
Cavorite is the codebreakers lullaby
Which can lull the song

Cavorites code breaks
Lullaby which we can
Lull the unexpected
Into thinking there is no meaning
No meaning, no meaning