Self-Taught

[Hook x8: Crescent Moon]
Curse the child with the labor

[Verse 1: Crescent Moon]
Bar the door, latch the window
Block the Sun, tonight's program has begun
Scarred before by the symbol
Taught to shun the very person you’ve become
Watch the screen while your eyes spin
Colors and shapes all spell the same word
Caught in a dream hypnotizing
Customers, apes, can't tell what came first

[Bridge x4: Crescent Moon]
Television static flashing in the attic

[Verse 2: Nomi]
Spitting on signs for unexplained desire
Walking on wires that connect me to this place
Jokers and criеrs, tattoos of failed actors
Couldn't manufacture a genuinе trait
Believing in something is simple as rain
Running, feeling like trouble is major humble, but wait!
Digging the tunnel’s just another bunk of a burden
Horror's peace is something that I read along the way
Party your crashes, dance around graves
Fear in the future pushes on faith
Veering the cycles will keep us poor and polite
Give the child labor even if it takes his life!

[Hook: Crescent Moon]
Curse the child with the labor
Work them bones til you think they might snap
Write the words with a razor
Fall headfirst into the night's black
Curse the child with the labor
Locked upstairs until the work's done
Hurts to smile at your savior
Lying motionless while the Earth spun

[Bridge x4: Crescent Moon]
Television static flashing in the attic

[Verse 3: Advizer]
Get bit by the bit back
Get stripped from the bike rack
Get away from the kidnap
Get wise to the wise crack
Kneeling, buckle from the pressure
Pain centers reeling, they're all kneeling
Congregation kneeling, still reeling
Pain centers reeling, can't regain feeling
The environment is all they are
Til the land, til they hands scar
What did they produce? All they are is product
Pain is just a product of the doctrine

[Verse 4: Crescent Moon]
Bumping a busy intersection between my temples pumping
Hear it humming, I feel the buzz coming
Sunken drunk, half chimp, half chump
Slumped inside where ideas go to die
Running from what, who, where, why?
Coming up but do dare I?
Leaving their path, I'm leaving there fast
Sleeping in bear traps to get the bare facts
Scribbles look like my name in cursive
Little by little become my own person
Strangle burdens, woes, sorrows in all the hangups
Angles are sideways to see my face strange
Tangled, hung up until the Sun's up
Mangled, dumbstruck, can’t get unstuck
Reach to taste your defeat in many flavors
Learn the style in the nature, versatile

[Hook: Crescent Moon]
Curse the child with the labor
Work them bones til you think they might snap
Write the words with a razor
Fall headfirst into the night’s black
Curse the child with the labor
Locked upstairs until the work's done
Hurts to smile at your savior
Lying motionless while the Earth spun

[Bridge x6: Crescent Moon]
Television static flashing in the attic