Fading

This crescent moon is not my home
Where I sit peering over the ledge down on everyone
I wish I could rise into a power with no control
And a subtle operation, apart from the earth games

Pass around the knife and cut yourselves
Plant the growing pain and sew your eyes shut
What are you so afraid of?
Who do you think is not watching you?
Who do you think is not watching you?
Who do you think is not watching you?
And hurting far away?

This is all wrong and it hurts
This is all wrong and it hurts
I guess this is goodbye
I guess this is goodbye
I guess this is goodbye
I guess this is goodbye, goodbye, goodbye