Thing from the moon Lyrics

Slippery slope, standing from a tightrope

Doesn't look like a slide, more a fall with no guide

I'm pretty sure you will know me real soon

Because I am the thing who came from the moon

Air stifling, humans disgusting

What if I turn into crumble

Your arrogant display of success

Maybe you should reconsider

Your methods, your abuse and your theft

M-Y-M-O, MYMO

M-Y-M-O, MYMO

Turn your speaker just a little, little louder, let the time have his say!

You mourn your identity while dancing in the fire

That burns thanks to values that turned you into a liar

You are now pleased with mockery, presumption and betrayal

But your weakness seeps out from a thin veil

I'd love to see you begging for mercy

While crying from your altar of gold

Why invoke for forgiveness

When my pity has no time for you soul