Obscure

The hanging crimson moon, how many tonight?

Skin that doesn’t match, devouring each other, sinking deep into the abyss
As the serpent slithers deeper, parting the opened cloth

Fluttering sadly, the cherry blossoms dance, becoming something more
The filth is full, the rotting moon and the night of vomit, tear it out

You remember, don’t you?

Dizzying colors, the night begins, people crowding in
Pomegranate red, thorns piercing, the distance fades away

Secret affairs hidden, the hanging crimson moon, how many tonight?

Bloody, baby, and sacrifice

You remember, don’t you?

Golden hue, I want to become a thorny spider
Tear-stained, wandering through memories
Dizzying colors, the night begins, people crowding in
Pomegranate red, thorns piercing, the distance fades away