Red on the sun.
blood on it's run.
fangs in the light.
it's givin' me a fright.
blood in the bath.
darkness on it's path.
forever in it's fangs.
where no-one claims.
people in their shames.
still afraid of what might be.
that they'll never see.
walking in a lane.
afraid of who is following.
still seeing what's not there.
but it's still a scare.
people freakin'
people groovin'
people afraid when they're movin'
it's just a little superstitious moon.
theat will be they're tomorrow.
and tomorrow's noon.
 
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