Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Moon Smiled Back at Me, artist - Sadistik. Date of issue: 26.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Moon Smiled Back at Me |
| I saw your face displayed upon a crescent moon |
| That wavers up and down depending how the petals bloom |
| Doomed always destitute fused through infected roots |
| Searching for a message but there’s nowhere left to exit to |
| Heart full of vestibules scars show I’m resolute |
| Why seek a resolution? |
| Narcosis heaven sent |
| Tar grows beneath my feet dark grows infested fruit |
| Too exhausted need to breathe car smoke emits perfume forever |
| I’ve been Inhaling the thinnest air |
| Fish scales on my skin and hair |
| Set sail but you but you didn’t care |
| Dancing like I’m Fred Astaire standing on a Finesterre |
| Ready for the rocks below, chest still full of rocket fuel |
| Flammable, just another animal for fossil fuel |
| All my words are oxidized jar of flies are molecule |
| I find solace in the solitude |
| Everything grew silent when I called for you |
| I saw your face displayed upon a harvest moon |
| Tried to sing my pain away in ways I know it’s not in tune |
| Save me from the jaws of gloom maybe I can offer you |
| More than what I say I’m made of lately it’s my Waterloo |
| Hate me for my monikers baby I’m a connoisseur |
| Gave away my parts to you sang it like a cockatoo |
| Smaller still always crawled uphill to face robotic views |
| Haunt me when the monsters taunt me talking in their solemn hues together |
| They say I got a way with words |
| It never gave me worth but still I got away with worse |
| Always dreaming while they take their turn |
| Throwing matches til I’m ashes leave me at the stake to burn |
| Encased in urns earnest fake concern circus circles us |
| Aching churns dermis brazen stay alert in turtle shell |
| Mazes turned fragrant say the word before I hurt myself |
| Pain occurs sacred when you came up from infertile soil |
| I saw god in a bodybag |
| I got lost in the stars when they’d cross like a polygraph |
| Never lie cardiac in every line insomniac forever |
| Never go to sleep again black lungs from the falling ash |
| Giraffe tongue with a heart to match |
| Get sawed in half like the Dahlia |
| Place pain on display in Hollywood |
| Paint it all like Dali would Face of War |
| Fountain pens melting countenances in a drawing book |
| A psycho full of cyclones eyes closed |
| I go cold when I fly low |
| Brains feed on haikus isolated in my temples, Cairo |
| Bones jut from they’re homes like they’re silos |
| I’m Silent Hill tell me where the time went |
| Kill Pyramids that followed with the knife gripped, |
| Vice-grips always on the mind when the crisis hits |
| Everywhere it’s like a mine I step add the minuses |
| I’m an atom bomb made of atoms add 'em up |
| Adam’s apple’s rotten smashed to applesauce adamant |
| No Adam Eve in anatomy only albatrosses if I have to speak |
| Another casualty of the casted wings casually |
| I’m high again vibrant as a hyacinth idling |
| So I pretend that my defense is working |
| Lurking with the burdens that still hide below the surface |
| I know these things have meaning sometimes I don’t know the purpose |
| Introverted dizzy from the disconcerted tizzies |
| Mr. Perfect isn’t worth it give me what I didn’t earn |
| Put it in an urn live and learn I could never tell the difference |
| When I’m miniature red alerts read aloud like ministers |
| It’s hard to breathe when you’re drowning in the goodbyes |
| But I’m still here now so tell me what that look like? |
| They use a sword to signify that you’re a good Knight |
| Then use the same one to kill you and say goodnight |