Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon I ask God why he still don't like me The moon still shines on my tomb like nightly A self portrait from the boy from the D and That's tattooed right below the naval on my briefs And as of late I've been in love with the image That I gotta satisfy the only people that I'm missing Now that's fourteen names all stuck in my head And that's eight day ones while I still wet the bed And that's hardships found only answered by the bottle And that's suicide; genocide; all *coughs* Tears still falling while the rhythm keeps flowing And her last name now good riddance, she eloping I feel utopia is here And if George Orwell seen it all through the fear And if Rembrandt's strokes said the vision seem clear And if Africa was life, would the sky seem clear? With the words that I scrawl Only live through the screen but the tales that I tell Only dance in your dreams The sage still burns 'cause the urn still close Kids doing drugs while the schools sell hope Sell hope, ****, I meant **** Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon To the moon, uh huh
[00:06.31]Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon [00:12.15]Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon [00:18.34]Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon [00:25.11]I ask God why he still don't like me [00:27.79]The moon still shines on my tomb like nightly [00:30.78]A self portrait from the boy from the D and [00:33.59]That's tattooed right below the naval on my briefs [00:37.32]And as of late I've been in love with the image [00:39.47]That I gotta satisfy the only people that I'm missing [00:42.31]Now that's fourteen names all stuck in my head [00:45.16]And that's eight day ones while I still wet the bed [00:48.39]And that's hardships found only answered by the bottle [00:51.30]And that's suicide; genocide; all [00:53.34] *coughs* [00:54.88]Tears still falling while the rhythm keeps flowing [00:57.47]And her last name now good riddance, she eloping [01:01.09]I feel utopia is here [01:02.64]And if George Orwell seen it all through the fear [01:05.74]And if Rembrandt's strokes said the vision seem clear [01:08.47]And if Africa was life, would the sky seem clear? [01:12.50]With the words that I scrawl [01:13.98]Only live through the screen but the tales that I tell [01:17.02]Only dance in your dreams [01:18.74]The sage still burns 'cause the urn still close [01:21.32]Kids doing drugs while the schools sell hope [01:25.01]Sell hope, ****, I meant **** [01:30.49]Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon [01:36.35]Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon [01:42.13]Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon [01:48.13]Every night in my room and my head still tilts to the moon [01:52.82]To the moon, uh huh
