VICTIM OF THE MOON

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

I couldn't help what I've done, because it's today

A gun in a mouth, a cigarette burn on an arm

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

My weak soul got carried away

Zodiac Prejudice, my mind is a cave, the Earth my farm

Victim of the Moon, Victim of the Stars

Filled with hate, timeless rage

American Identity Loss, loneliness and separation

Hate of the group, no roots, not fitting in

no associations, no real connections

Below the Earth, above the stars

I close my eyes and only see darkness

The demons from under my bed don't leave a trace

I look in the mirror and usually end up

hating my face

When I am alone, I sometimes yell at nothing

I pace around my dimly lit room

& when I really feel weird I break something nice

Darkness & nervousness

a slight shaking feeling, a fucked up coldness

I used to smoke cigarettes because I was ready to die

I quit and now I only smoke them when death brushes by

Bred by nothing, staring at walls

Time races by, takes a shit on my mind

and leaves no one behind

The moon blocks my journey on my way to the stars

I am a Victim of the Moon

and by undiscovered association, a Victim of the Stars