Dead Moon - Lost Lander

on the clock

you never let me think of quitting

«our» shop

'd be nice 'f you paid a visit

or any mind

I’m a stranger without the time.

accident

shouldn’t o' flown in nasty weather

all alone

'bet your last words were stupid

the god of fire

purifies the missing wires

hiders hide

intents to play both sides

you don’t dare ask them why

this dead horse is a liar

the tables turn

like tricks, an instant fix

you’ll know what you’ve found

on a dead moon