In the shadow of the sun

The reward will be submission and a lack of self-control
We all need some permission or a rise of self-control
With my awkward conduct the past is just a hole
Unwanted feelings spread a lack of self-control

In the shadow of the sun
Your life your thoughts your fears
With the burning cold of ice
Your face your eyes your ears

But nevertheless we sleep sweetly as in intoxication
Some day we will need an attempt at resuscitation
Some time we will see that our past is just a hole
And some day we should reach some more self-control

In the shadow of the sun
Your life your thoughts your fears
With the burning cold of ice
Your face your eyes your ears

We walk aimless in the shadow of the sun