Lunar

                                  You let him fold

She watched him go

Never to see him again



With coloured strides

You lead the march

Turning malice to dust



Why should we waste a shadows breath

For those who choose to run

If you can't stand to take this heart onto your hand

Just let it go



On this moon the flames will rise

Without her by your side

Cuts his hand and wipes the blood



Who'll discover the dead



There is no line between the weak and those who choose to run

If you can't stand to take this heart into your hand



If you can't stand to take this heart onto your hand

Just let it go

Just let it go

Just let it go



Pick up the pieces and end what you started

He-he-he-he-here