This new light is calling me.
I cannot fight it or even disagree.
But will it be able to move the tide?
Will these waves and shore cease to collide?
I'm a wayward vessel lost in the wind,
But this bag of bones to death I'll defend.
This new moon must suffer the dark, but it is mending me.
This new remedy, this new ecstasy will guide me through the debris.
You made me promises I knew you couldn't keep.
A clever line, a thrill so cheap.
Your hook is words designed to deceive.
But I guess if I'm the cure then you're the diseased.
This new moon must suffer the dark, but it is mending me.
This new remedy, this new ecstasy will guide me through the debris.
This new remedy, this new ecstasy will guide me to you.
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