Another moth disintegrates
hovering in the beam of a searchlights
that’s looking for a trace of a plane
whose pilot it’s a shame has gone insane.
You can see the silhouette across the moon
he hung himself mid-flight in the bathroom.
Why is it so high?
Why is it so much?
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
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I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…