Songtexte: Blind Myself. Product Of Our Imagination. Luna.

Depression sets in
Moonlight Darkness
When we rest our heads
Others come out like:
Rats , roaches and parasites
Looking to mop every bit of moonlight in sight
Lost in the shadows
My light grows dim
When they rest their gluttent bellies
Expand digesting their meal
Conspiring when to make their next move