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The sun comes up, my skin's to dust

An all night adventure of unquenched thirst

It's a role I play, it's a life I lead

It's forsaking and abandoning dreams

A full moon, built to rise

Just like a phoenix, but to your demise

Can't give back to necks I've ripped blood from

So I still rome streets with work undone

Both moon and sun kill

But I await both with a childish thrill

Maybe soon it will be okay

Stop chasing moons, the sun will awake me