Face Down In A Mass Grave

The half moon stopped dead in its tracks Its fall broken by a golden neck brace Gifted in, in all of its honor Of nobility and servitude Towards high dividend reimbursements Towards high dividend reimbursements Face down in a mass grave The world turns away But the lunar eye looks down on me with pity and disdain Worship idols, consume the products It all means the same How could I have stayed in your graces? Reflections of this lowly form A cruel mentor meant to show me what pain is Its light blisters the earth with scorn The half moon stopped Dead in its tracks The half moon stopped Dead in its tracks Face down in a mass grave The world turns away But the lunar eye looks down on me with pity and disdain Worship idols, consume the products It all means the same