For every moon, there are a thousand morenOh...the demons at your door...nWith every drink, you hope to sink.nnFor some it's bright white light,nbut others just don't think that's right.nThe lucky day we make the great escape.nnThe distant lie,nJust isn't right.nYour mother warned you to stay inside,nBut now the moon is full and those fangs are hard to hide.nnThere is a labyrinth placed around my body,nPulling me in every direction,nGod's still playing games.nnYou'd think he'd let me know,nIf I was going down below.nWell, I have news. I'll always be a ghost.nnA paper moon is all you have.nA cardboard cutout only lastsnUntil it burns or someone crushesnEverything you've built upon it.nnPaper faces frown at you.nTheir birthmarks showing in the blue light,nNaked, all exposed.nBut you remain still fully clothed.