Infidel Castratie
The moon is
too scary to be real
Our heart are
too weary to feel
We might not
make it after all
Cuts and
bruises, fall after fall
To the death
bed of hope we crawl
Make not make
it at all
We wanted a
wonderful home, but home is a long way to go
I hold on to
your words when you said that you’ll die trying
And once we
thought we were in heaven
Now heaven’s
reserved for the dead
I hold on to
your words when you said that you’ll die trying
The moon is a
long way to go
Our heart’s on
thr doorstep of doom
The moon
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