I wanted to pick them all up in my arms and hold them, all of them

Martyrs for their friends and for the darkness and for the pain

They're too indigenous to the area, they're all the same

They can't exist anywhere else, so hard and so fragile

Hey man, it's been a while

Elastic bands fully stretched

I worry about their health, I worry about myself

The moon is full and hanging low

Big and swollen like it's gonna burst and spill over

Big and full and pink like a tummy full of piss

Yeah, it smells like Musk Sticks

It's probably from the clouds, yeah, probably from the clouds

I wanted to pick them all up in my arms and hold them, all of them

Martyrs for their friends and for the darkness and for the pain

They're too indigenous to the area, they're all the same

They can't exist anywhere else, so hard and so fragile

Yeah, man, it's been a while

Elastic bands fully stretched

I worry about their health, I worry about myself

The moon is full and hanging low

Big and swollen like it's gonna burst and spill over

Big and full and pink like a tummy full of piss

Yeah, it smells like Musk Sticks

It's probably from the clouds, yeah, probably from the clouds