In the moonlight,
there’s only moonlight,
reflecting the violence of the sun.
You look to your yard,
and see the blood,
although it appears quite black,
it’s only red,
go rest your head,
on the bodies of better men.
For the moonlight,
theres only moonlight,
from the violence of the sun.
Oh,
what have I done?
in the violence Of the sun.
What do you see?
Still think of me?
And the fathers of this man,
though I struggle to live like this.
Can’t snuff it out.
In the moonlight,
there’s only moonlight.
Can’t see the base of my skin.
It seems quite pale.
In the moonlight,
there’s only moonlight.
Can’t see the base of my skin.
It seems quite pale.
