Here come disciples of the sun and our heartstrings are undone
So many tales they'd like to tell if we'd just fall under their spell
It's hard to breathe here in this haze. We're soaking up the cathode rays
Looks like you've made it here this far. Don't lose your sight for all the stars
But when she wakes up there will be no promise
The mirrors have no lies, they will surely fall
To disciples of the sun
This is the season of unease. Everyone's living on their knees
The paranoia's in the air. No one pretends to even care