Guerilla Toss
Moth Like Me
I like the light for me
I like the light in front of me

Blindly steering in the dust
Tell me is it fed by the lust
Navigation built right in
Knowing where to go begin
Straight ahead out in the night
Nothing matters but the light
Instinct, was the ground found?
Buzzing and moving around?
Look ahead - what have you found?

Messing with that deep color
Say it to electric thunder
Flashy, like a talking head
Is the ending ever dead?
Look ahead - what do you dread?

Deep emotion, are you sure?
Could the light become a cure?
Moon is melting, is it true?
Make a mirror, of the view?
Look ahead - what do you do?

Outside I saw it, looked just like me, but with purpose
Clone with intention, it looked just like me
Flapping, flying into a dream

I like the light for me
I like the light in front of me

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Caught up in a brief pause
Spiritual and deep cause
Gluttony and excess
Running from the real stress

Worth it in the long run
Listening to no one
Gaze in one direction home
Searching for connection zone
Look ahead - what have you done?
Solitary, reckless
Feverish and selfish
Wanting what you want now
Never thinking what, how
Look ahead - what have you found?

Deep emotion, are you sure?
Could the light become a cure?
Moon is growing, is it true?
Watch out right in front of you!
Look ahead - What do you do?

Outside I saw it, looked just like me, but with purpose
Clone with intention, it looked just like me, flapping, flying into a dream
Circling a light with no reason to be, just true attraction
Moth with direction, deadly it may be, drinking from that steady beam