
π Moon Skin π΄
[Verse 1] Under my skin, moons reside, with craters made of forgotten time. They wander through my veins when reality tears off its mask. My body becomes foreign terrain, my spine a silver bridge. I walk barefoot through my bones, until my old self gets misplaced. [Pre-Chorus] The night folds its corners, gravity loses its name. From my wounds, small celestial bodies crawl out that no one before me knew. [Chorus] I am moon-skin, carried by invisible tides. I am moon-skin, my body writes itself backwards. I dissolve my boundaries, piece by piece, layer by layer. What I thought was breaking might have just been a new cut. [Verse 2] My ribs become arches through which foreign seasons pass. My fingers plant moons into the soil of my knees. Every memory grows legs and leaves me without goodbye. Grief turns transparent until it finds no door anymore. [Bridge] I take off my soul like a wet coat. Underneath, nothing but breath, a body that looks homeward again. No sky above me β the sky has long been inside me. And somewhere between two heartbeats, something begins to repair that I can no longer name. [Final Chorus] I am moon-skin, between dissolution and becoming. I am moon-skin, carry foreign orbits beneath my scars. What remains of yesterday gets swallowed by the night. And out of my empty interior, a new moon grows back. [Outro] When morning comes, I am not healed. Just put together differently. Like a moon that no longer hides its dark side. Recon vibes, R.E.C.O.N. vibes, R.E.C.O.N. vibes

