Scientists claim that there is no life on the moon.

A lonely man on the highway broad hitchhiking horse drawn

Red roses, red baloons, tiny little red hearts, His red

Yes i am a demonAnd i fly on broomsticksWhen night

The sun refuses to riseObscured by sultry rainMy blood runs

Deep within the dungeon cageO wait some more my silent

As the evening melts downTo a glistening darknessAs the lone

A guilty hope, a lousy despair.What could have been a

The goldfish swimsin a glassy casefrom prying eyesshe hides her

The wise men desert the promised land,Monsoon glooms and deferred