It's not like moths we crave the light
We just take it cause it's ours
Like the tiger chases human
Like the human chases stars
We're not like bees who profess to love flowers
Then just penetrate and fly
Climb on board, enjoy themselves
Then head toward the sky
Cause moths like us don't love the light
We just hang around and chill
We know the light's not best of friends
But we're suckers for the thrill
That thrill will take the easy route
Then shrivel up and die
Pretend to whet your appetite
Then suck a person dry
So when the subtle walk like cattle
Into the abattoir of broken hearts
Big mouth'll skin you and keep your hide
Cocky rip your innards apart
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