Under a bloated moon
Under a bloated moon
Maybe one day
i will awaken
and be a man
I swore under the stars
that I would awaken
from the shadows
and see the full of day
I but i dont know
where i live
under a bloated moon
I have dreamt
the dream
and relived the scene
over and over
I played the game
and have been the same
I have gone to bed
over marble staircase
and mournful quartets
I was a mourning mist
that quickly vapourised,
a galleon lost in history
at the pillars of Hercules
at the human breaking point
Maybe one day
i will awaken
and be a man
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