Toehider The Moon Was A Kite
How can you tell?
You call it a fear
I call it electric
And hold it quite dear
Scratch it all out
And scratch it within
Over your faces
Under my skin
The sky is a blindfolded mess
The clouds slither past like they're hiding something
The stars are just pricks in the sky
And the moon was a kite until some cunt snipped its string
And all but too soon
The colours all fade
And I can't tell your browns
From your greens or your greys
They're not all the same
They're not uniform
Stop with the collecting
Together in swarms
I can't feel a thing as you slit
And the lotus seeds taunts me
I know where they've come from
Halcyon's not even a word
The moon was a cut
But it seems to be healing well
[Instrumental solo]
I'm over the moon
I'm sick of its games
And finally my enemy has a name
And I will not stop
Till I've scratched you all out
And I'll finally see
What you're really about
The sun needs no excuses to shine
And the faces it beams on
Seem microscopic
The stars are just pricks in the sky
And the moon was a kite
Until some cunt snipped its string
