In deep night I howl at the moon. Lonely I reach for understanding,
but it's always too fast, and too loud and too soon.
It might be too much, what I'm demanding.

Drowned cities beyond grass and trees are of no importance when strings are cut.
Stranger upon stranger becomes lover upon lover,
all with square eyes and hungry heart.

We feed like beasts on what feeling we can find when living in the truth of others.
And we wash of blood like common dirt yet we fear all dirt from our mother.

Faceless enemies all around,
with painted smiles and powers.
Oh how we corrupt ourselves chasing the taste of true flesh,
Chasing  bones between towers.

Not ever to feed on newborn thoughts,
our own world frightens us.
But howl at the moon, if just for one night, and feel, natures child,  what is right!

Filth and dirt and moon and trees, *** and love and ******!
You look for it all in screens of lies and you eat up each word without care.

Like all common men, you eat **** like it's steak,
for our nameless enemy created false dreams.

And the nameless is us, yet powerless still,
alone I stand strong, together you stand still.

To ask for more is common man's sin,
but to seek in new spaces is treason to your kin.

Alienated souls are dumped and lost,
questions fade by each year.
And what life do you live, puppets at will,
seeking bigger lies to cover your fears.