Release the Moths

Come with me - the light gets brighter
Staring through those compound eyes
From the dark, a soldier stands up
Taking aim at your disguise

Could it be that I'm the culprit?
Counting down like Cosmonauts
In the street, and in the pulpit
The people scream, "release the moths!"

Wait for me, but put the gun down
Everyone gets a surprise
In the cities, the cages open up
The moths go forth and blot the skies

Not another chance to make it
Now we fly unhinged and naked
Pouring out from every prison
You are lost in indecision

I can't see, I don't remember
Waking up to novocaine
Fluttering into the machinery
Clip my wings and end my pain

Now shadows bleed, it's getting colder
Waking up to smelling salts
In the trench and in the pillbox
People scream, "release the moths!"

It's not too much to ask, no it's not too much to ask



Credits
Writer(s): Ehren Borg
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