and that icy palm
of the saintly immortal
will never be hot again
just because the moon no longer
wants to be kissed by the sun
but his light still shines
on both sinners and saints
he does as he pleases
and knows what he is about
be gone my love
and drink your own secretions
hit the road you sunny
your not as hot as hell anymore
you're on your own now angel moon
may your dim light shine on that crazy cat
you can do it
i told you so
i don't want to remember
i dont want to know
this is the flow
you are still you
this is your world
own it
