The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress

I dream the most awful of things
In the morning I wake and my hands are blood red
’Cause all night I’ve wreaked havoc and death

I’ve burned down the buildings I have built
Burned it to the ground
Burned it down!
Alone I manifest the gears that set in motion the
Systematic collapse of my sanity

The clock strikes twelve and dies
The birds that fly will fall
Upon this stage I’ll set it straight: Life and death will tangle

I am the machine! While I sleep, I can see what I’ve become
I am the machine! My veins are wires, my skin
Is stretched over steel

As I stare into the mirror, with every star ripped from the sky
No regret, and I’m forgiving myself for what I’ve done
My chance to get out of this place has come and gone
Still I’m standing here before the cheval glass

This is empowerment
This is the fuel in my blood
I feel this gasoline in my blood, feel the gasoline burn
Through every adversity, I found a way to justify
Now look into my eyes!

My nightmares will come to an end
As a red sun rises over head
Sunlight floods my eyes, washes out my skin
The long shadows shorten, another day begins

As I stare into the mirror
With every star ripped from the sky, no regret
And I’m forgiving myself for what I’ve done

Life is new every single day
And every nightmare shows the beauty of the dawn
But even in the darkness
Of cold and starless nights the Earth sleeps
Aside her mistress in the sky