Feed the Moon

I am the one who wants to feed the Moon. I'm waiting for the night like cells for June. I want to be a part and out of Life. That offers profane world and Europe and knife. What's left for us out there? Just wrecked old walls. What's left for us out there? Just empty words. What's left for us out there? Just swelling cold. I don't pretend that I can stand these lies. Kneel before your desert soul. Run away from quicksand kingdoms. Drowners dressed in blossom blue. In buried stones I rest in wisdom. Kneel before your desert soul. Run away from quicksand kingdoms. Drowners dressed in blossom blue. In buried stones I rest in wisdom. I am the one who spells the days and Nights. Moon's face may smile to me and catch my Sight. I want to be a part and out of Life. That offers profane world and Europe and knife. What's left for us out there? Just wrecked old walls. What's left for us out there? Just empty words. What's left for us out there? Just swelling cold. I don't pretend that I can stand these lies. Kneel before your desert soul. Run away from quicksand kingdoms. Drowners dressed in blossom blue. In buried stones I rest in wisdom. Kneel before your desert soul. Run away from quicksand kingdoms. Drowners dressed in blossom blue. In buried stones I rest in wisdom.