As you walked away. A strand of hair came undone. And was reflected in the sun. And everything was orange. As you disappeared. The shadow of death came undone. And was reflected in the sun. And everything was orange. They have begun to celebrate. The tidal wave they think is great. The ever-beating heart that it wasn't. They have begun. They have begun. They have begun. To assassinate the sun. As you died in the night. A million stars formed into one. And became another sun. And everything was orange. And now this horrible machine. Churns out pain instead of love. And looks just like the sun. And everything was orange. They have begun. They have begun. They have begun. To assassinate the sun