Letters From The Fire - Zombies In The Sun

Feeling so sick
Lost and souless
The black magic’s captured your life
Fully wrapped up
Covering arms
Why can’t you come back here alive?

Show me who you really are
Show me who you really are

So rise ressurecting your
Limbs crying out for touch
So be rid the colors of the numb
I’m so sick of zombies in the sun

Wake up
Get up
Show us your heart, what you’re made of

Wake up
Get up
Show me your heart, what you’re made of