all night and all day, the sun refused me
until I stole the moon and raped her;
OH, then that bitch, the sun, couldn’t ignore me.
following me around, shining on me
screaming my name to the crowds of people,
they looking like cows in a field,
filled with bewilderment – but I knew.
I knew my transgressions would not be forgiven,
i knew my love was soiled and sordid.
I knew there was nothing new,
and I stood, waiting to die under the sun.
screaming at low volumes
