Moonbeams are
Just dead skin
Glowing
Who we are 's
Just dead skin
Going
On and on and on again
To a place where the nightlights never end
And after all is said and dead
We're gone
It's funny how things that are odd
Remnant creepy and macabre
Are the things we dare call the face of God
Moonbeams are
Just dead skin
Gleaming
Who we are 's
Just dead skin
Screaming
Over and over and over again
Why won't the nightlights ever end?
And after all is said and dead
We're gone
It's funny how things that are odd
Deliciously ruined and macabre
Are the things we dare call the face of God
Professor Moriarty: Did you know that dust is largely composed of human skin?
Sherlock Holmes: Yes…
Moriarty: Doesn’t taste the same, though. You want your skin fresh–just a little crispy.
Sherlock: Won’t you sit down-
Moriarty: That’s all people really are, you know? Dust waiting to be distributed. And it gets everywhere, doesn’t it? Every breath you take Dancing in every sunbeam. All used-up people
-”The Abominable Bride” (”Sherlock”)
