The Moon

Cut the bonds with the moon And let the dogs gather Burn the gauze in the spoon And suck the poison up And bleed Shut the door to the moon And let the birds gather Play no more with the fool And let the souls wander And bleed From the soul A slow hurt, and it breaks us And so down, down, down, down and so plain So down When you play some more it seems so And my friends are past this game, of breakdowns And our friends that are lost at sea, throw down And I'll break the wasted space Slow down, slow down If you don't slow down, slow down If you don't slow down, slow Cut the bonds with the moon And watch the dogs gather