Sickle Moon
Fishtank Barracuda
Real sharp temper
Reflective refuge
Misty two-way mirror
Now its getting clearer
I was born at the refuse
My soul is a worm
Worm in the tequila
Mannequin in a noose
This my little dance
Awkward & intense
Please mute the Clair de Lune
Half-made
Half-man
I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight
Wayward little child
Never learnt to march in single file
Out of sight
Out of mind
Bear the truth
But always do it in style
Half-made
Half-man
I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight
Soothe me in a landless tongue
Human nature can feel over done
With a top biller
All lip filler
Found myself a silver spoon
In a two seater
Dressed in chinchilla
Chateau with a seaside view
Sipping on tequila
Touching on my body
My past in the rearview
She tells me that she loves me
I'm her one and only
Listening to the Clair de Lune
What have I become
I've lost myself
I've gone numb
If happiness is a warm gun
I think I found my solution
What have I become
I've lost myself
I've gone numb
If happiness is a warm gun
I think I found my
I think I found my
Soothe me in a landless tongue
Human nature can feel over done
Half-made
Half-man
I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight
Wayward little child
Never learnt to march in single file
Out of sight
Out of mind
Bear the truth
But always do it in style
Half-made
Half-man
I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight
Real sharp temper
Reflective refuge
Misty two-way mirror
Now its getting clearer
I was born at the refuse
My soul is a worm
Worm in the tequila
Mannequin in a noose
This my little dance
Awkward & intense
Please mute the Clair de Lune
Half-made
Half-man
I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight
Wayward little child
Never learnt to march in single file
Out of sight
Out of mind
Bear the truth
But always do it in style
Half-made
Half-man
I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight
Soothe me in a landless tongue
Human nature can feel over done
With a top biller
All lip filler
Found myself a silver spoon
In a two seater
Dressed in chinchilla
Chateau with a seaside view
Sipping on tequila
Touching on my body
My past in the rearview
She tells me that she loves me
I'm her one and only
Listening to the Clair de Lune
What have I become
I've lost myself
I've gone numb
If happiness is a warm gun
I think I found my solution
What have I become
I've lost myself
I've gone numb
If happiness is a warm gun
I think I found my
I think I found my
Soothe me in a landless tongue
Human nature can feel over done
Half-made
Half-man
I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight
Wayward little child
Never learnt to march in single file
Out of sight
Out of mind
Bear the truth
But always do it in style
Half-made
Half-man
I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight
Credits
Writer(s): Bliss Samsa
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