Aprosìa

Secrets and smothered confessions

Under this gray moon
we're gobblin' our secrets
cause the light's gone
letting only blank deserts.

Now we're chocking,
now we're crying,
now we're praying,
now we're repeating

and I talk about all of us
cause I want to feel more like you,
I'm just alone, that is.

Now please hold my hand,
let me choke if you want,
but please hold it till the end.