I introduce what makes me scared
A letter that was never sent
Feeling piercing grasp of night
Absent perception of light
The heat being raised bit by bit
Hard to notice or understand
Small steps eventually had been done
How would you name what we've become?
I'm straying in the misty moon
And passing the point of no return
At midnight in the month of June
As nothing will remain the same
I introduced what makes me scared
A letter that was never sent
Opened my eyes when it's too late
Leaves falling down already dead
Disintegrate to satisfy
Reshape according to the plan
Remove my chest my arms my brain
How would you name what will remain?
I'm straying in the misty moon
And passing the point of no return
At midnight in the month of June
As nothing will remain the same
Misty moon
Month of June
