Fluorescent Moon
Verse 1
it takes all of your energy
it saps all of your will
it turns you into a shell of yourself
it makes you wonder if you're going to hell
Verse 2
The calendar pages lose their shape and blur
A quiet war behind a closed hospital door
Counting breaths like numbers on a screen
Between the person that you were and what you've seen
Chorus
And cancer is a bitch in a sterile room
Weighing out the days beneath a fluorescent moon
It takes all of your energy
It saps all of your will
It turns you into a shell of yourself
It makes you wonder if you're going to hell
Bridge
Is there an architect behind the static?
Or just the random falling of the dice?
We search the dark for answers in the attic
And pay the heavy, unspoken price!
Outro
Just a shell...
A clockwork heart.
Fading out.
Cancer is a Bitch