The crescent moon sings me lullabies
My scars bleed but they don't sleep

The crescent moon is beautiful
I want to sleep in its grey-white folds

But the crescent moon is wicked
Beauty is nothing but deception

My scars bleed but they don't sleep
You see, my scars will never have enough sleep to fall
**To fall beneath the crescent moon
To fall before the crescent moon