Sun Is the Devil - Beardfish

He tends to walk wearing protective extra skin

'Cause the city’s violent nakedness comes from within

A boiling lava-bulb, the core that sees them all

It might decide to ease their faith and watch them fall…

…like shells to the ground

…like shells to the ground

He sees them through, he tries to be one with the bulb

And though the body-condom stretches

It can be quite hard to

See everything clearly

There’s a plastic wall between

Him and the world, everyone is killed, they fall…

…like shells to the ground

…like shells to the ground

Morning comes

Like the moon

He goes to sleep

Wrapped in plastic

The sun is the devil

And the devil is in the bulb