Face Down In a Mass Grave

The half moon stopped dead in its tracks
Its fall broken by a golden neck brace
Gifted in, in all of its honor
Of nobility and servitude
Towards high dividend reimbursements
Towards high dividend reimbursements

Face down in a mass grave
The world turns away
But the lunar eye looks down on me with pity and disdain
Worship idols, consume the products
It all means the same

How could I have stayed in your graces?
Reflections of this lowly form
A cruel mentor meant to show me what pain is
Its light blisters the earth with scorn

The half moon stopped
Dead in its tracks
The half moon stopped
Dead in its tracks

Face down in a mass grave
The world turns away
But the lunar eye looks down on me with pity and disdain
Worship idols, consume the products
It all means the same



Credits
Writer(s): James Sprecker
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