Someone is walking on my moon And leaves the rubbish all over moon I’m searching someone’s trace I’m searching someone’s place I know there’s someone is leaving all these rubbish on my moon
Our planet’s wedding was appointed
I’m walking on my moon I’m strolling on my moon I know there’s someone leaving all this rubbish on my moon I’m searching someone’s trace I saw the “someone’s” place I’ve found it and I’ve burned it out like fucking hive
Our planet’s wedding was appointed
I tried to find a problem on my moon I tried to fix it out and free my moon Its beauty; its defective glitter Its storming soul; its humid clitor The burglar and the victim are sweetest friends I can’t stand