When the bad moon rises,
Where do we go?
We fight to believe
But does anyone know,
Is there Hell? Is there Heaven?
Is there someplace in between?
The real monsters are amongst us,
Not in purgatory.
When truth is corrupt,
And lies become just
Where is morality,
In this Carnival of Rust?
We worship the wealthy
And berate the weak
We seek retribution
We don't turn the other cheek
We're false kings and bastards
We're violent and frail
We're Nightmares to some
But to most…
Nothing.
When the bad moon rises,
I'll be close to a few
Away from the liars
Away from the likes of you.
For when the bad moon rises
I won't be alone
The thoughts in my head,
Will be in control…
