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



Credits
Writer(s): Bliss Samsa
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