The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress

I dream the most awful of things

In the morning I wake and my hands are blood red

’Cause all night I’ve wreaked havoc and death

I’ve burned down the buildings I have built

Burned it to the ground

Burned it down!

Alone I manifest the gears that set in motion the

Systematic collapse of my sanity

The clock strikes twelve and dies

The birds that fly will fall

Upon this stage I’ll set it straight: Life and death will tangle

I am the machine! While I sleep, I can see what I’ve become

I am the machine! My veins are wires, my skin

Is stretched over steel

As I stare into the mirror, with every star ripped from the sky

No regret, and I’m forgiving myself for what I’ve done

My chance to get out of this place has come and gone

Still I’m standing here before the cheval glass

This is empowerment

This is the fuel in my blood

I feel this gasoline in my blood, feel the gasoline burn

Through every adversity, I found a way to justify

Now look into my eyes!

My nightmares will come to an end

As a red sun rises over head

Sunlight floods my eyes, washes out my skin

The long shadows shorten, another day begins

As I stare into the mirror

With every star ripped from the sky, no regret

And I’m forgiving myself for what I’ve done

Life is new every single day

And every nightmare shows the beauty of the dawn

But even in the darkness

Of cold and starless nights the Earth sleeps

Aside her mistress in the sky