Moth, Moth
Moth, Moth
Flickering flame too near,
Attraction to your death
You're too hypnotized to fear
As you flirt with your final breath
Moth, Moth,
Your mother off and
to the side,
Watches you do
your dangerous dance
In frustration she has cried...
Moth, Moth
Return to your Mother Moth's
protective love
Don't dive into that flame
Can't you hear the cries above?
Moth, Moth...
Meth, Meth...
Flickering flames
You fly too close
to untimely death.
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