The moon is raw-on the mountain,
Taken aside, and inside
It feels like I could heal…
But I know.
I know.
Its lit up like silver,
Reminding me you’re not around,
You just keep me down,
Feed me to the ground-
Turning my cells…into dust…
Flood me faster til I start to rust.

I made a mistake.
I painted this picture,
Made it through the day,
I made a mistake.
I made a mistake.
I made a mistake.
I made a mistake.
Oh, you got away.
I made a mistake.

Where’s the trigger?
What finger to use?
Where to aim,
What direction to choose.
The moon is raw up on the mountain-
Think you’ll be getting down-
You’ve got a problem.
Start to feel like-
I could help you heal-
Think again-
That was not the deal.
You came fast,
Turn my skin to dust,
Flood me faster til we start to rust…

Flood me faster til I start to rust.
Flood me faster til I start to rust.
You came fast,
High like angel dust,
Drown again, cause once was not enough.