• The moon has become my sun,
    Such horrible things I've done,
    It seems I've been kissed,
    And the horrible twist,
    I am now one of the cursed,
    I cannot heal you, I am the worst.

    Tossing god's gift to the wind,
    As expected, I have sinned,
    Running rampant, doing as I please,
    The way I think is like a disease,
    And though I would never hurt you,
    My wicked intentions show right through.