Why’d you cut holes in the face of the moon base?
Don’t you know about the temperature change in the cold black shadow?
Are you mad at your walls or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?
Pardon all the time that you’ve thrown into your pale gray garden
If the ship will never come you’ve gotta move along

Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn
And the bloodshed start, the falling apart,
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder, the waves of black
If she’s going under I can hold my breath
Till the sky comes back or drown like a rat
He’s a rat

To catch a monster, we make a movie
Set the tempo and cut and cut its brains out
It will inspire on the burning pyre
Half the distance, half the motion
Communication, it’s easy as the ocean