Another night spent in my head
Waiting for the moon to consume me instead
Peeling back skin to reveal innocence
Incapable of feeling all these thoughts in my head
Another night spent with my thoughts Praying for someone to exult me of all that I want
While the moon holds you while the sun reaches out and tries to heal you
Another night spent here again
Baring my teeth through the cold hand of death
With my hands tied hugging my chest
I won't go now if I do well I won't feel a thing
When I'm rid of these thoughts in my head
Another day trapped in my thoughts
Begging for anyone to believe in me that's not God
And the fire, the fire burns bright
Make me an instrument of peace and I won't put up a fight
Another night spent in my bed
If I get high enough now will I lose all my skin
With a smile I laugh at my bed
Is there anyone who can cure me of these thoughts in my head
Whithering pen
Empty the best parts of you; everything that I've said going forward of all confidence
Dress yourself nicely and tell me how do I save me the fire the fire that burns in my head?
Another night spent in my head
Wishing for the moon to consume me instead

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