Fill your moon in all eight houses
You work the group round the room for it
Gave me the part so I fixate on it
Dismantle myself broke my life for it
Caught up in the broad conquest
Dissolved my being
Into a passing fancy
Aren't you tired
Tired
Running the same damn line
Rocks tied to both sides
You bleed the need
Just a drain on me
You bleed the need
Just a drain on me