Bruce Dickinson

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
(o-oh)
Ive slept with many strangers
So fission, fusion, fission makes good sense
Where I laid my head, my troubles Ill put down to experience
Its 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