Selenophile
Change and adaptation, an infinite doom. Change and adaptation, an infinite doom.
And hope, frozen within a deep, dark grave, is laid. And hope, frozen within a deep, dark grave, is laid.
I met a lady and fell for her clemency, I met a lady and fell for her clemency,
Why was my soul put through A million sieves? Just because I was Eve? Why was my soul put through A million sieves? Just because I was Eve?
I once spotted a Firefly and ensnared her in a jar, I once spotted a Firefly and ensnared her in a jar,
I try to conceal my charred remains Under my black, opaque set of veils, I try to conceal my charred remains Under my black, opaque set of veils,