A Mustache And A Hat

Moon drunk creature. Beautiful and strange. You howl your desire. The echo is not the same. All it takes to love you. Is a picture and a glass. But all it takes to hate me, Is a mustache and a hat. Weary eyes, look to your skies, intentions hidden well. They mesmerize, time only flies, they know how to pretend. We took you in, inside our home, our place of solitude. They want your flesh, your body is fresh, your boiling blood is red. Crooked institutions, seem to study your behavior. Why don't you bow and take a seat, here comes our lord and savior. They follow you through monitors, in god forsaken hours. But if you pray enough my child, the rain will pour in showers.