Letra de Weight of the Sun (Or the Post-Modern Prometheus)
How much fun To be drifting along With the weight of the sun on my headNot covered in sad As I sketch with my pen And I brace for the troubles aheadSlow Like the weight of the bow Takes you on as you pull the string backDon't be fooled by the light ... As your head opens into their timeYou will pay You will pay for your new soulDown Through a hole in the ground Let the ferryman carry you backTo the winter queen's home In the shadow abroad Where you learn to become one of them andYou ... shoes In the house of the deadMakes the ferryman sigh ... in his eye And he lets you return back to the timeYou will pay You will pay now that you cameYou will pay You will pay for your new soul