The Moon

Cut the bonds with the moon

Let the dogs gather

Burn the gauze in the spoon

Suck the poison up and bleed



Shut the door to the moon

Let the birds gather

Play no more with the fool

Let the souls wander

And bleed from the soul



A slow hurt

It breaks us

And so down

Down

Down

And so plain

So down



When you play some more it seems so

My friends are past this game of breakdowns

And our friends that are lost at sea throw down

And I'll break the wasted space



Slow down

Slow down

If you don't slow down

Slow down

If you don't slow down

Slow



Cut the bonds with the moon

Watch the dogs gather