Why’d you cut holes in the face of the moon base? Don’t you know about the temperature change In the cold black shadow? Are you mad at your walls Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you? Pardon all the time that you’ve thrown into your pale grey garden? If the ship will never come you’ve got to move along
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start The falling apart Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder The waves of black If she’s going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back Or drown like a rat
He’s a rat!
To catch a monster We make a movie Set the tempo And cut and cut its brains out
It will inspire on the burning pyre Half the distance Half the motion Communication It’s easy as the ocean