Out of touch in a world of my own The bell chimes in my ear calling me home. Your beaten eyes knock at my door I look to the east ignoring your lore. The moon is the target for the butterfly When she looses herself in the night sky. She wants the darkness to cover what’s within But the sun pulls out her every sin. The eagle falls with his broken wing But even so he still does sing. He shows you how to write your song But he will never right his wrong. Soaring in a world of unknowns Who’s to say when all will be shown. Cover your eyes and hold your breath The world is full of hardship and death. You can’t touch them so don’t even try Their mere existence makes your soul die. Stand on your own in this world of mine Or take my hand and together we’ll fly.
Hows this? I look at the moon and it explodes My face is covered in moon juice FEED THE WORLD! FEED THE WORLD MOON BLOOD! Please tell me if it needs adjustment Steak
