I have to lose my bearings
Every once in a while
Underneath, the fatherly scowl of the moon

To burn from the inside out
As anarchy defiles my blood
And I dance with elation
Again and again

Tonight, I will join the afflicted
In their final, jubilant voyage
Listing in the tide

Before we upchuck
The dizzying sprawl of a paradise lost
In the motherly rays
Of clarity and shame