The Moon Was a Kite Songtext
von Toehider

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.

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