Bruce Dickinson - Solar Confinement

Trapped inside a web of fiery gravity that fuels all our needs Chaotic energy that sucks the life from H to He All life withers in the sun – I deny what I have done Spend my days and nights in roaring halls of crimson fire Solar confinement Solar confinement Solar confinement Solar distress flares ooh I've slept with many strangers so fission, fusion, fission makes good sense Where I laid my head, my troubles I'll put down to experience It's warm and lonely in the sun – I deny what I have done Spend my days and nights in roaring halls of crimson fire Solar confinement Solar confinement Solar confinement Solar distress flares Solar distress flares ooh A lonely boy sits in his room His curtains hide the sun Confess to what you've done And no one understands Solar confinement Solar confinement Solar confinement Solar distress flares Solar confinement Solar confinement Solar confinement Solar distress flares Solar distress flares Solar distress flares ooh