Sickle Moon Lyrics

Fishtank Barracuda

Real sharp temper

Reflective refuge

Misty two-way mirror

Now its getting clearer

I was born at the refuse

My soul is a worm

Worm in the tequila

Mannequin in a noose

This my little dance

Awkward & intense

Please mute the Clair de Lune

Half-made

Half-man

I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight

Wayward little child

Never learnt to march in single file

Out of sight

Out of mind

Bear the truth

But always do it in style

Half-made

Half-man

I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight

Soothe me in a landless tongue

Human nature can feel over done

With a top biller

All lip filler

Found myself a silver spoon

In a two seater

Dressed in chinchilla

Chateau with a seaside view

Sipping on tequila

Touching on my body

My past in the rearview

She tells me that she loves me

I'm her one and only

Listening to the Clair de Lune

What have I become

I've lost myself

I've gone numb

If happiness is a warm gun

I think I found my solution

What have I become

I've lost myself

I've gone numb

If happiness is a warm gun

I think I found my

I think I found my

Soothe me in a landless tongue

Human nature can feel over done

Half-made

Half-man

I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight

Wayward little child

Never learnt to march in single file

Out of sight

Out of mind

Bear the truth

But always do it in style

Half-made

Half-man

I'm howling at the sickle moon tonight