Sadistik - The Moon Smiled Back at Me lyrics
[Sadistik - The Moon Smiled Back at Me lyrics]
I saw your face displayed
Upon a crescent moon
That wavers up and down depending
How the petals bloom
Doomed always destitute fused
Through infected roots
Searching for a message but there’s
Nowhere left to exit to
Heart full of vestibules scars
Show I’m resolute
Why seek a resolution? Narcosis heaven sent
Tar grows beneath my feet
Dark grows infested fruit
Too exhausted need to breathe car
Smoke еmit's perfume forevеr
I’ve been Inhaling the thinnest air
Fishscales on my skin and hair
Set sail but you but you didn’t care
Dancing like I’m Fred Astaire
Standing on a Finesterre
Ready for the rocks below
Chest still full of rocket fuel
Flammable just another animal for fossil fuel
All my words are oxidized jar
Of flies are molecule
I find solace in the solitude
Everything grew silent when I called for you
I saw your face displayed upon a harvest moon
Tried to sing my pain away in ways
I know it’s not in tune
Save me from the jaws of gloom
Maybe I can offer you
More than what I say I’m made
Of lately it’s my Waterloo
Hate me for my monikers
Baby I’m a connoisseur
Gave away my parts to you
Sang it like a cockatoo
Smaller still always crawled uphill
To face robotic views
Haunt me when the monsters taunt me
Talking in their solemn hues together
They say I got a way with words
It never gave me worth but still
I got away with worse
Always dreaming while they take their turn
Throwing matches til I’m ashes leave me
At the stake to burn
Encased in urns earnest fake
Concern circus circles us
Aching churns dermis brazen stay
Alert in turtle shell
Mazes turned fragrant say the word
Before I hurt myself
Pain occurs sacred when you came
Up from infertile soil
I saw god in a bodybag
I got lost in the stars when
They’d cross like a polygraph
Never lie cardiac in every
Line insomniac forever
Never go to sleep again black
Lungs from the falling ash
Giraffe tongue with a heart to match
Get sawed in half like the Dahlia
Place pain on display in Hollywood
Paint it all like Dali would Face of War
Fountain pens melting countenances in
A drawing book
A psycho full of cyclones eyes closed
I go cold when I fly low
Brains feed on haikus isolated in my temples
Cairo bones jut from they’re homes
Like they’re silos
I’m Silent Hill tell me where the time went
Kill Pyramids that followed with
The knife gripped
Vice-grips always on the mind
When the crisis hit's
Everywhere it’s like a mine I step
I’m an atom bomb made of atoms add ‘em up
Adam’s apple’s rotten smashed
To applesauce adamant
No Adam Eve in anatomy only albatrosses
If I have to speak
Another casualty of the casted wings casually
I’m high again vibrant as a hyacinth idling
So I pretend that my defense is working
Lurking with the burdens that still
Hide below the surface
I know these things have meaning sometimes
I don’t know the purpose
Mr perfect isn’t worth it give
Me what I didn’t earn
Put it in an urn live and learn
I could never tell the difference
When I’m miniature red alerts
Read aloud like ministers
It’s hard to breathe when you’re
Drowning in the goodbyes
But, I’m still here now so tell
Me what that look like?
They use a sword to signify
That you’re a good Knight
Then use the same one to
Kill you and say goodnight
Upon a crescent moon
That wavers up and down depending
How the petals bloom
Doomed always destitute fused
Through infected roots
Searching for a message but there’s
Nowhere left to exit to
Heart full of vestibules scars
Show I’m resolute
Why seek a resolution? Narcosis heaven sent
Tar grows beneath my feet
Dark grows infested fruit
Too exhausted need to breathe car
Smoke еmit's perfume forevеr
I’ve been Inhaling the thinnest air
Fishscales on my skin and hair
Set sail but you but you didn’t care
Dancing like I’m Fred Astaire
Standing on a Finesterre
Ready for the rocks below
Chest still full of rocket fuel
Flammable just another animal for fossil fuel
All my words are oxidized jar
Of flies are molecule
I find solace in the solitude
Everything grew silent when I called for you
I saw your face displayed upon a harvest moon
Tried to sing my pain away in ways
I know it’s not in tune
Save me from the jaws of gloom
Maybe I can offer you
More than what I say I’m made
Of lately it’s my Waterloo
Hate me for my monikers
Baby I’m a connoisseur
Gave away my parts to you
Sang it like a cockatoo
Smaller still always crawled uphill
To face robotic views
Haunt me when the monsters taunt me
Talking in their solemn hues together
They say I got a way with words
It never gave me worth but still
I got away with worse
Always dreaming while they take their turn
Throwing matches til I’m ashes leave me
At the stake to burn
Encased in urns earnest fake
Concern circus circles us
Aching churns dermis brazen stay
Alert in turtle shell
Mazes turned fragrant say the word
Before I hurt myself
Pain occurs sacred when you came
Up from infertile soil
I saw god in a bodybag
I got lost in the stars when
They’d cross like a polygraph
Never lie cardiac in every
Line insomniac forever
Never go to sleep again black
Lungs from the falling ash
Giraffe tongue with a heart to match
Get sawed in half like the Dahlia
Place pain on display in Hollywood
Paint it all like Dali would Face of War
Fountain pens melting countenances in
A drawing book
A psycho full of cyclones eyes closed
I go cold when I fly low
Brains feed on haikus isolated in my temples
Cairo bones jut from they’re homes
Like they’re silos
I’m Silent Hill tell me where the time went
Kill Pyramids that followed with
The knife gripped
Vice-grips always on the mind
When the crisis hit's
Everywhere it’s like a mine I step
I’m an atom bomb made of atoms add ‘em up
Adam’s apple’s rotten smashed
To applesauce adamant
No Adam Eve in anatomy only albatrosses
If I have to speak
Another casualty of the casted wings casually
I’m high again vibrant as a hyacinth idling
So I pretend that my defense is working
Lurking with the burdens that still
Hide below the surface
I know these things have meaning sometimes
I don’t know the purpose
Mr perfect isn’t worth it give
Me what I didn’t earn
Put it in an urn live and learn
I could never tell the difference
When I’m miniature red alerts
Read aloud like ministers
It’s hard to breathe when you’re
Drowning in the goodbyes
But, I’m still here now so tell
Me what that look like?
They use a sword to signify
That you’re a good Knight
Then use the same one to
Kill you and say goodnight