Lyrics~~~~
Intense silence
As she walked in the room.
Her black robes trailing
Sister of the moon.
And a black widow spider makes
More sound than she.
And black moons in those eyes of hers
Made more sense to me.
Heavy persuasion,
It was hard to breathe.
She was dark at the top of the stairs,
And she called to me.
And so I followed
As friends often do.
I cared not for love, nor money.
I think she knew.
The people, they love her
And still they are the most cruel.
She asked me,
Be my sister, sister of the moon.
Some call her sister of the moon.
Some say illusions are her game.
Wrap her in velvet.
Does anyone, ah, know her name
So we make our choices.
When there is no choice.
And we listen to their voices.
Ignoring our own voice.~~~~
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