Lyrics:

Script:

S: you don’t have to bring solar back to make us happy, moon.

M: I promised..

E: no one is telling you, you have to moon.

S: Maybe solar is better off.. dead..

M: no.. NO!.. HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT!? HE’S FAMILY!

E: okay but he wouldn’t want you to kill someone for him to come back!

M: HOW WOULD YOU KNOW? I KNOW THAT SOLAR DOESN’T WANT TO BE DEAD!

S: you’re not a god! You can’t bring people back from the dead!

M: YES I CAN I CAN FIX HIM! THATS WHAT WAS MADE TO DO! I AM MOON!

E: There has to be a better option than this.

M: Nothing you say can make me think otherwise that this is what I need to do.

S: Well I hope you’re aware that if you do this, Nobody not even solar would be happy with you.

N: Fine. By. Me.

Lyrics:

Be productive

Perform construction

Art of creation

Is what I’m born to be

I don’t care if it, causes destruction

My only goal is to bring him back to me.

I would spare his life if it costs my own

I don’t give a shit, if I run or I die alone

Watch them cry over his tombstone

The house I live in, doesn’t feel like

I’m the better moon, I’m brighter than the older

No much I can remember, I’m born with a painted picture

Hands are bleeding so badly, from trying to fix your pain

Is this who supposed to be?

Is this called insanity?

Nothing working

I’m close to snapping

Progress I’ve made started all over again

What’s reality

Am I still dreaming

Look at the clock

Or the blood on my hand

I will take a life, he can come back home

I don’t care who dies, I will break all their fucking bones

This time there no one in my way

…

NO!

THAT WAS MY KILL!

I’m not moon, I’m more than just a pebble

I’m space and time itself, I’ve drawn over my painted picture

no guilty feelings, bow down and put respect on my new name.

this is who supposed to

(Ohhhhhhhhh)

This is called insanity!!