Lyrics The Golden Core - Motorpsycho

These are sungod days,
like subtle layers of yawning
before this hungry mouth
slowmotion days are dawning
why don't it all just burn away?

there is a time for everything
when even you can be a king

...or, a queen of no fixed stature
a prince amongst the castaways
on this sungod day, too boring to pay heed to