Sickle Moon Blues

She's invoking the sign of the sickle moon
 Cut my mammal brain in two
 I admire the power at her command
 All snakes under the shovel head
 An age of grey matter over mind
 Now she's clothed in the sun
 With the moon at her feet
 She hates the world that's failed to see
 Making time we abandon our reserve
 Pretend she is an orb weaver
 Relics found in the dust of the aftermath
 Some kinds of things you cut in half
 Relics found in the dust of the aftermath
 Some kinds of pills you cut in half
 See you in the storm shelter counting down
 Cover my eyes with you, black out
 See you in the storm shelter counting down
 Cover my eyes with you, black out
 Either tied to the tracks
 Or burned at the stake
 Our coins could not derail the train
 When it feels like we've walked
 Through a thousand doors
 Been peeling ourselves off the floor