[Intro – low organ hum, Stylophone pulse] Oooooh… she’s hungry again. [Verse 1] She climbed the steeple with a silver spoon, Said prayers taste better under a blood-red moon. Bit through the clouds, chewed up the night, Left the stars howling for a bite. [Pre-Chorus – whisper choir rising] Oh sinner, oh saint, She don’t care what name you paint. [Chorus – full band + gospel backing] She ate the moon, said “Let there be dark,” Lit up the world with a fever spark. Hallelujah, she burned too soon — Glory to the girl who ate the moon. [Verse 2] She walks like thunder, barefoot ash, Hymns on her tongue, heart beating trash. Every preacher’s voice just breaks, When the choir trembles, the altar shakes. [Pre-Chorus] Oh holy, oh doomed, She’s the hymn that won’t stay tuned. [Chorus – louder, more distorted] She ate the moon, said “Let there be dark,” Lit up the world with a fever spark. Hallelujah, the sky’s her tomb — Glory to the girl who ate the moon. [Bridge – stylophone and organ, half-spoken confession] (Whispered) I saw her eyes — they swallowed me whole, Light bent backwards, mercy stole. She said, “I just wanted to feel consumed, To know what the sun feels like too.” [Final Chorus – chaotic choir, wall of sound] She ate the moon, now we all glow faint, Ash in the lungs of every saint. Hallelujah, the dark’s in bloom — Glory, glory — she ate the moon. [Outro – fading choir and Stylophone heartbeat] Amen… (echo)
