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 life solar confinement solar confinement, solar confinement solar distress flares I've slept with many strangers so fission fusion fission makes good sense where I laid my head my troubles I put down to experience it's cold and lonely in the sun deny what I have done spend my days and nights in roaring halls of crimson life a lonely boy sits in his room his curtains hide the sun confess to what you've done and no one understands