Look Directly Into The Sun

by Sun Cop

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Robert Campbell This is a great follow up. Guillotine is insane ! Now I'm just waiting on that When You Hear the Drum You May speak. I hope they release this in a 45. I'm glad I checked this band out
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All songs written by R Andrew Humphrey and performed by Sun Cop

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Decade Music Studios in Chicago by R Andrew Humphrey

Personnel:
R Andrew Humphrey - guitars, vocals, bass, synth
Rob Fletcher - drums
Duncan Lee - guitars, vocals, keys
Joshua Patterson - bass

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released June 21, 2017

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Sun Cop Chicago, Illinois

Sun Cop is producer and musician R Andrew Humphrey

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Track Name: Look Directly Into The Sun
Reason, thy god
It ain’t nothin but
Sun King, Sun Cop
Son of the son of
Some old long dead killer

We know we must
Stare into the sun
The Golden Dove
The tower above
You live by our mercy

I’m gonna tear your teeth out
If it’s the last thing I do
I’m gonna rip your bones up
I’m gonna put you in the ground

Blood on your snout
Black dirt on your paws
Black sun, black out
Reach into your jaws
Pull out what you’ve stolen

We're gonna tear your teeth out
If it’s the last thing we do
We're gonna rip your bones up
We’re gonna put you in the ground
Track Name: Guillotine
I wanna be chewed up
I wanna be drowned in debt
I wanna be screaming
From a hospital bed
I wanna wake up alone
After my wife and child have fled

I beg to eat scraps
From a dirty floor
I wanna be beaten
When I ask for more
I want the dipshit king
To shower us in gore

Please crush my dreams
Like the bugs they are
Cuz there ain't no future
But my mid-priced luxury car

I turn up my stereo
While you bleed to death next to me
I turn up my stereo
While you sharpen your guillotine

I wanna have no choice
I wanna be atomized
I want to be burned to death
Clawing at the window in a high rise
I’ll be a number in the spreadsheet
Under acceptable loss of life

Please crush my dreams
Like the bugs they are
Cuz there ain't no future
But to quietly starve