By the Pale Moonlight
I'm only seeking something worthy to sell my soul to
I trade away in pieces hoping to alleviate the broken
I whore my time and life and sign it away on the dotted line
Whether it be by light of the Christ or the beasts of the night
Still, I'm sold off in time
Well, here I am with my soul in my hand
And my feet in the sand
Face the demons again
Strip the meaning through the bleeding
Light receding
Feed the evening
Grip the ceiling with the feeling that I need this within
Strip the notions of your potions holding oceans in your palms
In the calm of the storm while we adorn what we recall
We revolve as we dissolve into the mixture
Prattle in the rattle of the cattle, get the picture?
I'm just an instance in time so sublime
The divine entwined into mine
With a mind to unwind when we find
That we always been
No beginning no end
Just the middle where we feed it within
Well, here I am with my soul in my hand
And my feet in the sand
Face the demons again
Strip the meaning through the bleeding
Light receding
Feed the evening
Grip the ceiling with the feeling that I need this within
Well, here I am with my soul in my hand
And my feet in the sand
Face the demons again
Strip the meaning through the bleeding
Light receding
Feed the evening
Grip the ceiling with the feeling that I need this within
I trade away in pieces hoping to alleviate the broken
I whore my time and life and sign it away on the dotted line
Whether it be by light of the Christ or the beasts of the night
Still, I'm sold off in time
Well, here I am with my soul in my hand
And my feet in the sand
Face the demons again
Strip the meaning through the bleeding
Light receding
Feed the evening
Grip the ceiling with the feeling that I need this within
Strip the notions of your potions holding oceans in your palms
In the calm of the storm while we adorn what we recall
We revolve as we dissolve into the mixture
Prattle in the rattle of the cattle, get the picture?
I'm just an instance in time so sublime
The divine entwined into mine
With a mind to unwind when we find
That we always been
No beginning no end
Just the middle where we feed it within
Well, here I am with my soul in my hand
And my feet in the sand
Face the demons again
Strip the meaning through the bleeding
Light receding
Feed the evening
Grip the ceiling with the feeling that I need this within
Well, here I am with my soul in my hand
And my feet in the sand
Face the demons again
Strip the meaning through the bleeding
Light receding
Feed the evening
Grip the ceiling with the feeling that I need this within
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Kowalski
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