Luna Moth Speaks - Jex Thoth

Billowy blackness, circles of silence

Darkened confinement, sunless prism

Mystic and fearful eyes of suspicion

Death has consumed your celestial prism

Circled up inside — it freezes your feeble mind

A grave in the shadows, rehearsals for endtimes

You stare at the ceiling awaiting madness

Never to venture into the unknown

You live as a dayghost

Chrism at every doorpost

Afraid to decide

By superstitions abide

Snow has frozen your windows

As you wade through the compost

Now there’s nowhere to hide

You suffer inside

You’ll never be free now

You wish only to bleed now

And let it all out

Consumed by your doubt

In the air is a posion

And you dream of an ocean

To wander into

Put an end to you!