Текст песни Burn Black in the Sun - Rifle

There's a knife under the bed
To cut the pain in half
I see crosses by the roadside
And it always makes me laugh
There's nothing superstitious
In wanting to believe
That something out there feels it
If I live or laugh or grieve

I burn black in the sun
Reaching for the sky
Fall back to earth
That's where I'll go when I die

Got a bag full of mojo
For all the good it gives
I found God in a freak-show
With no power to forgive
There's something disingenuous
In wanting to believe
That something out there notices
If I stay or if I leave

I burn black in the sun
Reaching for the sky
Fall back to earth
That's where I'll go when I die

I live in a graveyard
Of beauty raw sublime
With chiaroscuro cenotaphs
Of gorgeous, loving crime
There's something quite pretentious
In needing to believe
The One who holds me in its hand
Has nothing up his sleeve

I burn black in the sun
Reaching for the sky
Fall back to earth
That's where I'll go when I die
I burn black in the sun
Reaching for the sky
Fall back to earth
That's where I'll go when I die