Faded Moon in the bright of day
Like an omen before battle
I try to find my passage way
Through the wolves and the cattle
I brace my nerves for the modern street
Vehicles like beasts of Hannibal
This marketplace is as complete
As the fear of a cornered animal
I go to work for the bread of life
I take my nights with no gimmick
I pirouette on the point of a knife
What is this flesh with me in it
But looking over my shoulder
Is someone following me
I swear, I know I saw something
Was it angels in the Blakean tree
Looking over my shoulder
Is something gaining on me
I swear, my unfaith is shaken
Is there a ghost in this big machine
But all I find is a faded moon
How do you shake off ancient superstition
How do weather a flood of faiths
How do you leverage your position
When time flies like a nightmare wraith
I brace my nerves for an act of passion
Or is that tension on the gears
Love becomes algorithmic action
If survival is the idea
But looking over my shoulder
Did something move in the wild
I swear, I know I heard footsteps
Soft as the kiss of a child
Looking over my shoulder
Was something tender and mild
Groping through teeth and claws
Reaching out with a lover's smile
But all I see is a faded moon
