There are clearly enough tears in life
To drown those in deep zones
Gotta work to keep our lust alive
For we're all just bags of bones
The smallest things can keep you down
When strapped on by the hoards
You gotta shake you gotta twist
To make room to carry more
I say hold it
Atlas
For this
You were not born
No more
'Cause here's the score
You're just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Like a bird of prey so fit to taste
The blood and guts and gore
When the table's cleared it's like you feared
You're still hungry for more
To resist
Is senseless
It dismisses
Who you are
No longer
You need to feed
You're just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the
Sun
Hold your breath for miracles
Or prey up to the sky
You can wish someday
That things will change
Until the day you die
I say own it
Hone it
Phone it in
And brave the storm
But keep warm
There's no need to freeze
You're just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another undead son
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun
Just another under the Sun