Isn't it funny
We worship a Moon that stole its light from the Sun

Hear that?
Believers, they speak
Oink, oink
Like how I was so naive

When will it be my turn, my turn
I'm not just some tragic victim
But when will I learn, will I learn
How many bridges do I have to burn

Isn't it pretty
All my life, all my poetry leaving me
And the angels sing surrounding me put me to sleep
Then it dawned on me that all I wanted
Was an approval that you're never willing to give

Hate to admit I've done it all for you
I am a wolf, I'm a crow, I'm a bat, a butterfly in disguise
I'm in the air, in the sea, in the moment, I'm in you
In me

When will it be my turn, my turn
I'm not just some tragic victim
But when will I learn, will I learn
It's just me in this world, I'm alone, I'm complete

Still waiting for my turn, my turn
Even though I'm outnumbered
Now, you have me torn, you have me torn
Can't remember who I was before