Sun Dweller from Less Words by Little Mighty Zebra Rabbit

Take me to northern plains
I wanna witness a mighty fire
Watch me gleam and glitter
And the living sundweller
Whose burning up the precious trees
Witness them control the mighty land
And I feel like a dried piece of meat
Left to stink out the air
White skin melts in the sky
I might survive without the sun
A sudden rain drop pecks my eye
I gasp for the water
The sundweller smiles down on you
As they cook you alive
The birds looking down at my tasty eyes
They wanna take a swoop and rid me of my sight
As the sundweller smiles
Cooks your skin alive
So I sit and let the sun do it's work
Put a number on me
Melt me into the pavement I lie on
The sun sits and smiles
As it cooks your skin alive
I looked ahead
And saw there wasn't much to be optimistic for
Watch them rise through the trees
As the hot sun rises through the land
Searing every living thing
Into melted screaming masses
Sun Dwelling is to watch the mess from afar
Time isn't action it's complacency
Leaving decaying mess to roam the streets
Digging deeper searching for answers
Surface level changes molding every brain
Hibernate in your synthetic sheet
For I am the Sun Dweller
Watch me rise through the burning trees
Give me glee for our last living days
See what we made in 1000 years burn in a single day
Rinse and repeat for all of your living days
Bubble and squeak through your rotted voice box
Dig your grave in front of me
And see the Sun Dweller once again
Watch me rise through the burning trees

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