Multiband Depression

Mr. Sun, will you move aside?
The clouds are better to face the outside
And I'd like to face it, give an attempt
Step into summer before you reset

No such thing as movement
Falls straight through my consciousness
There's no such thing as movement
Control will escape my hands

When will you leave?
When will you leave?

When will you leave?
Can I leave first?
Unwanted warmth just melts me every time
I can't breathe

Mr. Sun, can you hear them screaming?
Every cycle, hope for the same thing
Mr. Sun, can you hear them screaming?
Every cycle, hope for the same thing yet again