Sun And Rime

Artists : Epidemic Effect : Sun And Rime

The sun will rise, the day that it falls from the sky.
Will you try to hide your cries, divert your eyes?
The sun will rise, one day, to claim our lives.
We will sigh and, like hypocrits, speak unalienable rights.
The sun will rise, when soldiers cross the front line.
It's dark inside and it will be, for centuries, everlasting night.

The sun will rise. Stop hiding, your hiding.
The sun will rise over the mountain side.

We will crucify ourselves tonight,
in his name, that damaged our prolific sight.
Not to be claimed by the father, but a hand-cocked scythe.
"Son, your lies, that damaged our prolific sight."

The sun will rise if we're fighting.
The sun will rise without you, without me.
The sun won't mind the day we die, the day we're made.
The sun will always rise over the mountain...side.

The sun won't rise for us again, after tonight.
Our son has died, our talking box, the god of time.
We can't cry, too late to wonder why. Besides,
we would laugh if we only realized it's great to be alive.