The Sign of the Southern Cross - Eating the Sun

Demonize
The devil in me
Bound with wicked (?...)
With the wicked tongues clacking

I don't mind
Chastise
Taste my lips
They burn from the running

I touch the sun (?...) high
It's on my mind
As I fell from the sky
I
{burn} my tongue in (?...)

Like a woman pull from the blue
I kill the little (?...)
Found nothing new
So I washed my hands so clean of filth

Lay me down
Cast a sun shadow
Let me blind my gaze
(?...)

The waking hours
Have slowed
Breathe it in
For your embrace has become of your (?...)
I touch the sun (?...) high
It's on my mind
As I fell from the sky
I
{burn} my tongue in (?...)

Likе a woman pull from the blue
I kill the littlе (?...)
Found nothing new
So I washed my hands so clean of filth

Don't you know too
Your revenge has fallen
On death, E

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