

Man on the moon-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~The Man On The Moon~Man on the moon
The Man on the Moon is crying The sky is dead and black. The Man on the Moon is dying And He's never coming back.
He looks at his reflection In the stormy sea. He gazes with affection For he will Always be Trapped by his vanity It Drove him to insanity For he was never gold.
He drowns in thought He gasps for air His life was sought But he's not there.
The Man on the Moon is crying Too late to save his


Suicide and Cyanidesuicide and cyanide.Suicide and Cyanide
the world is evil i wanna die popping pills and flying high a slitting wrist, a hangmans rope too much heroin a little dope alcohol, in it i hide Suicide and cyanide
Why am i here? what have i done? i thought life was supposed to be fun why do you do it/ to make me cry? why do you wanna see me die? they call you father, to you i confide suicide and cyanide
My tears are falling to the ground confidence and absolution i have not found i have no place, no hope no fate by the time they find me itll be too late