Moon’s out, goon’s out we roam the night
It’s horrifying gothic sight, but we’re a drawing light
It’s Apothic as it’s perfect wine
We are life among the dead
Cups empty unless they’re full of red
The morning after is the only thing we dread
Don’t make me wait
Cause I’ll be here forever
Reach out and take my lowly hand
Just call it fate
Cause again this might happen never
Just take the leap
A moth into the frying rays
The end of all its dying days
But it transforms from the ash
Lazarus’s prelacy
We are the life among the dead
Cups empty unless they’re full of red
The morning after is the only thing we dread
Don’t make me wait
Cause I’ll be here forever
Reach out and take my lowly hand
Just call it fate
Cause again this might happen never
Just take the leap
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