Time flies
I will fly
White milk skin
Soft black sin

I sang to the indigo moon
I loved you much to soon
The sound of scratching
Into my flesh
I am the illnesss you are catching
Feel your beauty caress
I crawled into the night
I was painted in blood
As the indigo moon catches my eyes
And I sleep in my mud
Cold feeling
In my heart
This is the colour of the sky that leaves me reeling
I will tear myself apart
And leave the pieces of me
For the night to take away
And I will turn back time and try to see
That the indigo moon dies at day.