[Hook]
moon rise, keep them hands low
black light, let the face show
drain spin, but i stay close
skin thin, but it won't fold
moon rise, keep them hands low
mask loose, let the breath go
tide pull, but i don't go
still here, still down low

[Xposed]
Moving the emotional weight, the bags wrapped tight
Trying to act right, but I'm screamin into the black light
Feeling like the tank is empty
Keep digging, seeing what's left within me
Reflection holding the knife
But who's really the enemy
Flip a metaphor
Mind got me doubting like I'm Thomas
The mic started stuttering, the moment I got honest
Living life slow
Ducking between the commas
Stick and move, caught me a body once
Even the vultures started circling the audiunce
Down in the underground, murder the beat in a sound spree
I ain’t built different, different got rebuilt around me
Unlocking all of my powers, I feel the hour upon thee
Its alarming
Resound the sounding, the carving is marching
Poke around the mound, the starlings are barking
reach into the pocket, but lost it
Feel the heart starving, they turned off the fawcett
Wish I could see wit young eyes
Wish my demons got breaks, and clocked out at sunrise
Wish one day I could become wise
Moonrise over these lies
All tides thin but been wide, its been a nice ride
Hard to get moving wit all the starts and stops
The ashtray look exhausted from carrying my thoughts
Been inside, but now I want outta the box
Winning side, im just lost, add up the cost
Circle round the drain but never slip within
It slips in, barley fit in, my own skin

[Hook]
moon rise, keep them hands low
black light, let the face show
drain spin, but i stay close
skin thin, but it won't fold
moon rise, keep them hands low
mask loose, let the breath go
tide pull, but i don't go
still here, still down low

[Unscene]
came out the box with the tape still stuck to my ribs
you named the drain, i know the route that it gives
blacklight on the wall finding oil in the print
i don't play villain, i watch what the costume did
mask on the sink, water running past the lips
face in the basin, but the angle never fits
you said the knife looked back, i believe that
i seen my own hand flinch and still reach back
cost in the pocket, receipt got soaked
thought i paid it off, but the ink still spoke
every little start got a stop in the throat
every little want got a knot in the rope
i been low where the tide keeps receipts
ankles in the pull while the moon tracks me
blacklight ain't mercy, it just shows what it sees
naming the stain so it stops naming me
i can match that pace, but i won't borrow the glare
you got smoke in the verse, i got salt in the light
you got bodies in the booth, i got breth held tight
two ways to survive when the room won't act right
wait.
let the beat step back, let the faucet click
let the face come through when the mask won't sit
if the skin don't fit, i don't force the fit
if the drain wants names, it can learn this
heel on the porcelain, pulse in the wrist
moon on the water like a bruise i missed
not built different, built from refusing to quit
mask in the sink, now the voice gets stripped

[Drop Down]
i kept my hands low
so nobody saw them shake
i kept my face still
so nobody asked my name
blacklight on the wall
showed the shape i couldn't fake
if the moon comes up again
i'll meet it wide awake

[Outro]
moon rise, hands low
mask loose, breath slow
still here, down low
still here, down low