On the darkest side of the moon,

Demons bathe in the ****** afternoon

On the darkest side of the moon,

Darkness comes, earthly bodies aren't immune

On the darkest side of the moon,

Wickedness plays another sinister tune

My tears in the morning fill up my cereal bowl

It seems to reflect broken pieces of my soul

I thought i had me brokenness all under control

If i can sell my pain, it would be usually profitable

A fiery bush paints the surface of my soul with desolation

Venomous air leads to my dreadful silent suffocation

I know fear is manifested through our imagination

But I can still feel its tormenting hopeless paralyzation

I agonizingly die within when I'm in isolation

My dark sinister thoughts talk with strong elaboration

More and more my broken earthly vessel is salvation

Let's retreat where secrets are protected by trust

Let's retreat where dystopia and utopia are no longer envying enemies

Let's retreat where there is no venom found in the fangs of the serpent

Let's retreat where the foundation of our souls don't look like the surface of the moon.  

Let's retreat where fiery ashes turn themselves into a blissful oblivion

Let's retreat where the crystal starry waters quench the thirst of the forsaken

Let's retreat where demons get a bachelors degree in becoming an elegant angle

Let's retreat where dreams our reality and reality is our dreams.