As the moonlight lit the darkness
I see an awful truth.
The fear that I've been holding
is the fear I know I knew.
The pressure keeps on mounting,
and the pressure closes in.
Choking with emotions.
Choking in silence.

only the moonlight will
light the path i trudge on to.
The pressure is a noose,
and I slave to push in slack.
I can't stop walking.
There's no turning back.

As the moonlight lit the darkness
I see this awful truth.
This pain that I've been holding
was never anything new.
It just keeps on mounting;
I'm so very tired,
and the darkness is so comforting.
Am I wrong?

I'll be alone in the Moonlight.
I'll be alone in the Moonlight.

I'll hide with the faceless ones;
so I can't see my hands,
or any of the things i've done.
I can wallow in regret,
and swallow my pain.
For when I see the sign
I won't come back again.

This life is a winding road,
and the weight of it all
keeps weighing me down.
I keep saying round the bend
it will get better... Better...
But the noose keeps getting tighter,
and comfort is so far away.
Sometimes i wish with one good yank
it will take my life away.

and i'll be alone
in the moonlight.
Just a ghost in the moonlight.

and i'll be alone
in the moonlight.
Just a ghost in the moonlight.

For there be divers sorts of death some wherein the body remaineth, and in some it vanisheth quite away with the spirit. This commonly occurreth only in solitude (such is God's will) and, none seeing the end we say the man is lost, or gone on a long journey which indeed he hath; but sometimes it hath happened in sight of many as abundant testimony showeth. In one kind of death the spirit also dieth, and this it hath been known to do while yet the body was in vigour for many years. Sometimes, as is veritably attested, it dieth with the body, but after a season is raised up again in that place where the body did decay.

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