Did the moon lie?
Or did the man whisper the truth?
I failed to listen
My rotten casket opened that night
Sky alive, I took a breath
The first sweet sip of the future
Wishes die when they escape your tongue
My proud mind emptied from my dirty lips
A cruel vision of home
And that is all
Will they engrave my tale on the stone for no one to read?
I guess I'll never know.