The Botanist - Facing The Moon

You got several pistols to choose from but never really had no reason
And I bet all of you is made up of matter when the rest of us are here to bleed back and forth
Oh go get yourself a podium you can stand up to profess your voice
Cause you know we could always use a little fable desperation leaves a bird no choice
Man we have grown together! Carry a nation on the backbone of a father's liquor
And little girls they all wanna make babies so a papa can be proud of that soon to be ghost

They'll need you to be a victim of the fable

A monster seeks among the weak and the able his death or a lover

They'll walk through storms of sand in the desert wind, only carry a halo
Speaking in tongues of a foreign devil, a plea would be a shame to abba
Well go forgive yourself, before the dawn faithfully sworn to occur
Keepers of a black hole out on the bridge of falling water we make descent
It's not upon which weather, but a Sunday, in a bath of fire
Owls in the moonshot, with fate to lead boredom
Fertility breathes with a lung of its own

They'll need you to be a victim of the fable

A monster seeks among the weak and the able his death or a lover

He'll be coming from the west with a forbidden angel
Just to shimmer from the meek all that he wants
Well I've lain upon sticks next to the highway
While you was nothing but a ghost facing the moon