Black Moon

All the men before me swollen with seed.

Scraped the earth nude and clean, ground to till,

Air to breathe. With missteps for no one.

When we drew this our best plans.

Imperial with no regrets.

Chorus

She needs to love me still.  Until I’ve had my fill.

I try and try to leave.  I want to watch you grieve.

Now we all dream alone.

Hostile as I once was, and I once was cruel.

Piles of duct, immolate all in the same rom.

With missteps for no one.

When we drew this our dark map,

In heaven there are no regrets.

Chorus