Burning in the shadow of the blood
  red moon
Watching the world crumble from
  An empty view
Everyone walking in the shadow
  of their death
Living as if they've already taken their
  final breath
Boiling in the shadow of the harvest
  moon
Watching the water spill over with
  no where else to go
Everyone is staring with dead eyes
  mumbling there was nothing
   they could do
Listening to the shadow of this lost
  forgotten moon
Watching as its dead heart
  blooms anew
And everyone turns a deaf ear as it's
  the easy thing to do