we are the sons of suicide we are the sons of the suicide sun

we are the sons of the suicide sun!

blinded by the sound of the sickle shaped sun
a kiss from the fist of the unholy ones

we are the sons of suicide we are the sons of the suicide sun

we are the sons of the suicide sun!

kiss you like a swarm of deadheads and wreck your neck

hundred thousand hate fountains
growing from black honey combs
blinded by the sound of the sickle shaped sun

blinded by the sound of the sickle shaped sun

we are the sons of the suicide sun! and we pretend to be the peacefully ones