On the Dark Side of the Moon,

We sat as cold pueblo indians

Barren bodies entangled and shivering

Frostbitten knuckles white

Clutching the skin of ourselves as we fight

The killer winds of history

Not a hutch seen for years or miles

On the dark side of the moon

Never has a dictionary been so dangerous

Never has language cast such destruction

As the spark struck for heat died

The fire that burns remained inside

And the crater we sat in stayed dim

Because there is no oxygen

On the dark side of the moon

Or perhaps this is the coy carrot

Years ahead of me

When told the passages of a narrative

I've yet to live

I'd almost rather not, but those were the terms

Whispered to me by the Astrologer

On the dark side of the moon

Failure is a norm

Failure is epic

And all the stars seen past these rocky crests

I cry to and wince and protest

It can be bleak here

But those are the consequences of living

On The dark side of the moon