paroles de chanson The Moon Smiled Back at Me - Sadistik

I saw your face displayed upon a crescent moon
That wavers up and down depending how the petals bloom
Doomed always destitute fused through infected roots
Searching for a message but there's nowhere left to exit to
Heart full of vestibules scars show I'm resolute
Why seek a resolution? Narcosis heaven sent
Tar grows beneath my feet dark grows infested fruit
Too exhausted need to breathe car smoke еmits perfume forevеr
I've been Inhaling the thinnest air
Fishscales on my skin and hair
Set sail but you but you didn't care
Dancing like I'm Fred Astaire standing on a Finesterre
Ready for the rocks below, chest still full of rocket fuel
Flammable just another animal for fossil fuel
All my words are oxidized jar of flies are molecule
I find solace in the solitude
Everything grew silent when I called for you

I saw your face displayed upon a harvest moon
Tried to sing the pain away in ways I know it's not in tune
Save me from the jaws of gloom, maybe I can offer you
More than what I say I'm made of lately it's my Waterloo
Hate me for my monikers, baby I'm a connoisseur
Gave away my parts to you sang it like a cockatoo
Smaller still always crawled uphill to face robotic views
Haunt me when the monsters taunt me
Talking in their solemn hues together
They say I got a way with words
It never gave me worth but still I got away with worse
Always dreaming while they take their turn
Throwing matches 'til I'm ashes leave me at the stake to burn
Encased in urns earnest fake concern circus circles us
Aching churns dermis brazen stay alert in turtle shell
Mazes turned fragrant say the word before I hurt myself
Pain occurs sacred when you came up from infertile soil

I saw god in a bodybag
I got lost in the stars when they'd cross like a polygraph
Never lie cardiac in every line insomniac forever
Never go to sleep again black lungs from the falling ash
Giraffe tongue with a heart to match
Get sawed in half like the Dahlia
Place pain on display in Hollywood
Paint it all like Dali would Face of War
Fountain pens melting countenances in a drawing book
A psycho full of cyclones eyes closed
I go cold when I fly low
Brains feed on haikus isolated in my temples, Cairo
Bones jut from they're homes like they're silos
I'm Silent Hill tell me where the time went
Kill Pyramids that followed with the knife gripped
Vice-grips always on the mind when the crisis hits
Everywhere it's like a mine I step
I'm an atom bomb made of atoms add 'em up
Adam's apple's rotten smashed to applesauce adamant
No Adam Eve in anatomy only albatrosses if I have to speak
Another casualty of the casted wings casually
I'm high again vibrant as a hyacinth idling
So I pretend that my defense is working
Lurking with the burdens that still hide below the surface
I know these things have meaning sometimes I don't know the purpose
Introverted dizzy from the disconcerted tizzies
Mr. Perfect isn't worth it give me what I didn't earn
Put it in an urn live and learn I could never tell the difference
When I'm miniature red alerts read aloud like ministers
It's hard to breathe when you're drowning in the goodbyes
But I'm still here now so tell me what that look like?
They use a sword to signify that you're a good knight
Then use the same one to kill you and say goodnight