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