Under this gray moon
we're gobblin' our secrets
cause the light's gone
letting only blank deserts.

Now we're chocking,
now we're crying,
now we're praying,
now we're repeating

and I talk about all of us
cause I want to feel more like you,
I'm just alone, that is.

Now please hold my hand,
let me choke if you want,
but please hold it till the end.