When the Next Moon Comes

When the next moon comes I'll be inside
Not with my singing voice
Not with my instrument
I don't want to look at the tree that stares at me

When the next moon comes I'll be inside
Didn't know what you were
Who you were
Where you ate
What table you stood in front of
Public speaking
Eating uncooked lambs

I... I...
I was a Christian looking for a weird, weird time
A lie
Listen, listen
Choking the system