Walking the Moon
Billy Shaughnessy
Little-death and broken brain, stay
Step up to the stage
Black boots, skeletal dreams say
A new-age outrage
Close your wings and take your checkerboard and get away
Fuzzy eyes and golden blue hair
Breathe out the thin air
Six clicks to pleasure's flame
Thy innocence impaired
There is nobody to see you taken naturally
Long ago, there was a man with his
Head chained to the moon
Dream-catcher, bandaged bliss
To catch the devil's kiss soon
Never seen a fishnet, overflowing bucket list
Purple face in liquid glass
Ecstatic time has passed
Big school, tomorrow's world
Be Halsey's diamond girl
Validate your own existence then go back to him fast