The moon is rising red tonight
The sun is setting golden
All I need do is turn my head
To see the moon rise, to see the sun fall

The sun so brilliantly bright
The moon is so dark compared to the sun
Tonight, though it shines blood red
It still cannot compete with the sun's light

Of course the moon cannot compete
It’s light’s a mere reflection of the sun
And soon, I know, this light shall leave
The earth, us, will block the moon’s light

And our light is also but a reflection

I hope for brighter future
I hope that I'll be bright
I hope beggars find nurture
And place to spend the night
I hope that you find love
Have children and a spouse
I hope you'll have enough
My hopes could build a house

I know what you think
But we will still drink
We're all cases for a shrink
But we will still drink
We'll be filthy, we'll stink
But we will still drink
In our ears, constant clink
But we will still drink
We can't dance to anything
But we will still drink
Feels like a cult, this our ring
But we will still drink
Our behaviour needs a swing
But we will still drink
Our songs make no ding
But we will still drink
It's fun like it's spring
But we will still drink
Can no longer tell any drink's distinctive sting
But we will still drink
The night has taken us under its wing
But we will still drink
We've had our necks on a string
But we will still drink
We miss half our lives in a blink
But we will still drink
[thanks, J.]
My pen's out of ink
**** it, the night isn't over

Fragile, you say?
And that may partly be true,
but defenseless? I am not.
Weak? Possibly—
Scared? Definetely.
Even so, my body will try—
I will try—
everything pushes so I could be alive,
every single cell
wants me alive,
people that love me
want me alive...
I want to stay alive.
So as you hammer at my shield
and twist my thoughts cruely,
just know that I am not defenseless—
and I might give in,
but not without a fighting chance.

I will try until the very last second
because the only person wants this
is you.

Calm yourself, dear
There's nothing to fear
I'll always stay near
I hope that that's clear
So vast and so sheer
The world by your veneer
I hope that you'll cheer
Not crawl back to rear
You, like a blind seer
Predict your career
But then pierced with a spear
Crash between there and here
Crushed in a belvedere
Summer lasted all year
I inform you as a peer
Eye to eye, ear to ear
It doesn't seem you know which way to steer
From boardwalk on to pier
Where you drop a tear
For universe mere

You bought your test and passed your ticket
While I was kneeling by your spell
There might be no rest for the wicked
But I've been sleeping quite well

I cannot dance
But I've danced
I cannot sing
But I sang
I cannot play
But I've played
I cannot write
But I wrote

Acolytes of yon ole Stanstead
Told him he's been mislead
Well tough, ya old curmudgeon
See ya never, has-been's has-been

Shepherds, cobblers, carpenters and joiners of all creeds and worldly dreamers
You troubled souls, the brittle spirits drinking spirits cleaner
Taunted workers of yore, farmers gone and industries endowed
Disseminating futures, who's gonna build your ***** barrels now?
**** it, I'm going to work in a call center