Sunset Casual

Those dying then, they knew where they went
They went to God’s right hand
That hand is gone now, God cannot he found
Makes behavior small
A deep cloud anger
A sunset casual
I hate it or don’t care at all
Everything is gone now
And I don’t know how to talk
It’s better to leave me alone
Put your hands on me, whisper you’re so pretty
What does pretty mean?
Stone cold to the touch I don’t want anyone
To tell me what they think
A deep cloud anger
A sunset casual
I hate it or don’t car at all
Everything is gone now
And I don’t know how to talk
It’s bettr to leave me alone