Moth (lyrics)

by Greg Ochab

He spreads his homemade paper wings
Trusting them with everything, under the stars
Blown by the cultural winds
Letting them control him, over the water

He flies at night
Navigates
By the moon
’til he sees the candles and

Wings aflame
From the lie
He believed
Never questioning
He flies at night

He hides behind accepting all
But is fooled by blind belief, in this city
Never challenges what they say
Postmodern thought guides his way, through this alley

He flies at night
Navigates
By the moon
‘til he sees the candle and he’s

Circling
Around the fire
Fascinated
By light that’s closer

To his eyes
It’s so much brighter
Through his perceptions
Glides close to the wick and

Wings aflame
From the lie
That he believed
Never questioning

He believes in everything
Means he believes in nothing
He believes in everything
Means he believes in nothing

He flies at night
Navigates
By the moon
‘til he sees the candles and he’s

Circling
Around the fire
Fascinated
By light that’s closer

To his eyes
It’s so much brighter
Through his perceptions
Glides close to the wick and

Wings aflame
From the lie
That he believed
Never questioning
He flies at night