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
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