Cell Of The Sun

As my tears drop, day turns Into snowflakes and cold and Under a hold, it slowly clings To a rebel. It's a hold, it crawls, It creeps. It comes to fall, It dominates the apple. When it's big, It bites deep down. And when it's fully grown, tries to Keep crawling. One With the protected, Crawling, Mischievous apple. Cold, Rotten, It rivals mine. As my tears drop, Day turns into snowflakes and cold and Under a hold, it slowly clings To a rebel. It's a hold, it crawls, It creeps. Sign Of the sun. Hold Without him. The Lightning Declines, The whole world. It Always Ends. Sign of the sun. Hold Him up High. And mine Is the sun