Burning Sun

He shows disdain for all this world Dreams of spaceships, to raise him high What's in his head's made of fantasies Celestial bodies, all kinda stars In a different time he'd fly, leave his petty life behind Pass all planets, make his way through our galaxy and Gape in awe at the burning sun A tangled mesh, insane, divine Near infinite mighty source Of a day not bound to end Spends his days on a cloud it seems Go and nudge him, ask what it's like He'd smile and turn, as if tantalized Concealing something, ain't there for real His illusions make him see his wildest dreams come true Quite the helmsman, his hands clenched on some steering wheel and Gape in awe at the burning sun A tangled mesh, insane, divine Near infinite mighty source Of a day not bound to end Gape in awe at the burning sun A tangled mesh, insane, divine Near infinite mighty source Of a day not bound to end Gape in awe at the burning sun A tangled mesh, insane, divine Near infinite mighty source Of a day not bound A day not bound A day not bound to end --- Burning Sun - Helloween