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I know why you take to the moon,
you wolf-like creature
You prowl the streets of hungry mouths
and why shouldnt you, you are one of them
You move just like the puppets of strings,
and some master is making you dance

You just want sleep.
forever perhaps
It's the curse of your mother,
who tries it with pills
and calls you to talk about it like it was a mundane tv show

it's like that saying, being torn apart by the seams
except you never had seams to begin with
you're just raw honey, wide open like a
whore past midnight
and there's no one to love you when you're like that

It's like that isnt it?
You give yourself these drunken epiphanies and
they fall between the crack of the bed and the wall
It was just like he told you,
and he was right
there's no "bermuda highway" for you
so just stop it

Stop wishing on falling stars that crash into canada
thats such a silly thing to wear
and it doesnt fit nor suit you
it is loss
it is loss
it is such a loss you hold,
like ligament to bone on a dead man

Scream.
and stay awake
cuz something's gonna get you,
you just don't know what