The moth will try and burn itself
Without knowing
Not all that shines is the moon
Time and again we hurt ourselves
For the glowing
Of something that isn't quite true
Pacify my mind
Something sweet to pass the time
Rot my teeth
I sip my wine
Kill me slowly, feeling fine
Clawing at my skin
Desire setting in
I'll let you in, my only sin
I'll let you in come singe my
Wings are just a paper thing
Both of us aware of this
From the ash, I'll try to rise
But not the same
I'll let you in come singe my wings
I'll let you in come singe my wings
I'll let you in come singe my
I'll let you in come singe my