Moonlight lyrics

Winner (white)

Open your eyes; look, it’s moonlight
Darkness all for you, ’cept for the Milky Way
Where was God when you needed Her most?
Like a fortitude amidst the black sands of fate
But I nod to your ev’ry gratitude
I’ll ev’n keep some o’ ’em open for you
It’s good to keep duty to comrades in fog
It’s like I always say, “Can’t win ’em all!”
See, it’s not hard to know when to press space
Just gotta find a Skill Check Simulator on the internet like I did

Reality (red)

Ah, it’s been a few years hasn’t it kid?
For a while none of your teammates noticеd you
So you switched over to play killer instеad
After that, your rivals just muzzled you!
When you lose, bizarre laughter in the end game chat
Emotions tickle; ’specially durin’ end game collapse
What fey frustrations must Yun-Jin have harbored
Inside, unacknowledged, to exist such disorder?
It’s almost “animal,” you know, your addiction to chase
One day, the wrong Meg flashlights you
“Boom” (blue)!

Now you’re done
Game over
You just made the wrong judgment call
And now the universe is toast
There’s no coming back from this
It’s like making everyone think
You’re “the Second Coming of Jesus Christ”
And then causing so many problems
Like so far beyond what Nietzsche could do
Which is why you’re not the Second Coming of Jesus Christ
Nobody is, and it’s wrong to say otherwise
It’s really not a good idea to say otherwise
Until, you know, it becomes inevitable not to—
“Reason is God, no violence, end slavery”—
Thus the King’s motto
Anyway, now your life is over
The wrong Meg flashlit you and you lost it!
You lost your sh*t, you lost everything
Your timeline is ending drastically
All because: one day, the wrong Meg flashlit you
Your world’s over now
And she could have saved you, had she just not existed
As a Meg in the world who’d flashlight you
At the wrong time
Well, now you just have to pick up the pieces
“Open your eyes; look—it’s Meg’s flashlight!”
But if you ever saw that b*tch in real life?
“That witch”
Only times the size of the cosmos
A death like the dawn of a life miserably led!
That’s what Meg’s flashlight meant to you
A call for humanity to lose all self-respect
You’re unbelievable, Meg
It didn’t end with the flashlight, did it
I knew it
Your flashlight was a revelation of your soul’s
Permanent and irrevocable, true, final intentions
Your beam shined—“I’ll never change”
Well neither will I!
You’re just stunned you could have this “effect” on someone
You never called yourself the messianic event of the 21st century
Basic standards diminish for you
And now I can’t log in to the game for two hours
What if I wrote a musicless EP in the meantime?
Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” always made me vibe “Lunar Lakes”
In the bluest of Earth’s blue, blue dark
Are you there—perchance—in a canoe?
The right way to dispel the fog?
Just sittin’ there; shinin’?
My demons—Lord—are of the first person
I don’t know how to exist as myself
Except try to excel what I expel well
Repelling humiliations even angels can’t quell
How did we get here again?
What’s this game called?
Maybe bein’ flashlit by you was my Skill Check Simulator
I been whistlin’ my fears this whole time
In the bluest of God’s blue, blue caverns
Where I been swimmin’?
Can’t tell—don’t hear ya
Emotions overrun, ’specially durin’ End Times collapse
“I don’t think anything in the cosmos was your f*ckin’ fault
Least of all you—or the challenges you present
To my faith in God”
In a labyrinth of blue nights, Joan Didion said:
“Blue blooms; red spites”
God and man don’t ever get along (“Orange glooms; sonrise”)
Should man declare God dead, what sets?
(“The fear is for what is still to be lost…”)
“Black hopes, white led”
“Blue nights, glow red…”
(“You may see nothing still to be lost”)
“New moon; stay true”
“Red wisps, sips who?”
So not a page on which God can’t see us
Not a page on which Babel can’t read us…
“Blue is the stability of starlight,” Meg whispered
“Blue is Pascal’s wager, moonled”
Open your eyes—look; it’s moonlight!
Deep blue—all for you—
’cept for the Milky Way…
Like man’s timeless winters could still birth ancient hues—
Where was God when you needed Her most?
Don’t know—couldn’t tell ya!
But in the bluest of God’s blue, blue hues—
Maybe you and sequoia
Ain’t so different
After all