The City, Baked in Moonlight
Through the curtains the moonlight comes pouringSo now to this letter my pen begins flowingShould now be the signal to the end of my lifeThis note will be pinned to the wall with that knife
The various reasons behind various thingsOn this journey that traces my whole historyDetailed in this regrettable itineraryThis pen looks to me no different than a blade
My wild imagination imposes itself upon my feelingsTo somebody’s heart these bullets are connectingIn this city the sky up above is slowly burningBust my gut at the city I always thought laughed at me
Thus began the days that I spent trying to fleeOnly to be cornered with nowhere behind meI stood there waving around my freedom like a weaponOnly for it to spin back around and cut my head off
Shut in their head, eyes frozen leadHands held and red, my life it mendsJourney ahead, when will it endA dream in bed, over once said
So burn this world. Burn it all deadBurn it all dead. Burn it all dead.Rain in droplets. On feet they fled.On feet they fled. On feet they fled.