And in my darkest moment,
Foetal and weeping...
The moon tells me a secret,
My confidant.
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections
Pass over me.
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless.
Without her we are lifeless satellites
Drifting.
-Tool
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