It lies beneath the ground, safe and sound, bound to bring us to a point

Does it know our motivations- our will to spin around in our own oxygen?

A type of musical note lifts up from the stone
A kind of poetic mist fills our eyes with the visions to set us free

It sings, it laughs, it watches us cry
It dances and prances at our own accord

The dark moon always finds us
Lying in our rooms, sleeping in the night
The dark moon always finds us,
Providing us with the dynamite

What does it tell you to do?
It watches us in such a manner

The dark moon