• When I looked up in the sky...
    With my eyes open,
    it's proof it's real.
    I stop at the cliffs edge,
    but I don't see that bright star.
    Im not that brave,
    like that fearless flower growing by the cliff.
    The mane of the sun pouring down,
    it's white like bone,
    red like solitude.
    At night, the moon shines white,
    then scatters red shadows that feed on the night.
    Oh, im poisoned by the moonlight,
    other words, death.